~Nyla's POV~
I lean closer, and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he mirrors me, closing the distance between us inch by inch.
My eyes flick to his mouth. There’s a faint scar just beneath his lower lip — pale, almost hidden. I’ve never seen it before. I've never been this close.
The space between us disappears. His body presses against mine and his breathing grows deeper, heavier, brushing softly against my skin.
Lavender and oud cling to him, richer at this distance.The scent lingers at the back of my throat.
My lips part.
My hands tense slightly against him, and I feel the muscle beneath my fingers tighten in response.
His hands slide down to my waist — slow and deliberate. His palms are warm, slightly rough. His grip is firm. Possessive.
He pulls me closer gently, giving me time t
