Cyra
I’m a nervous wreck waiting for Yorick. I have no idea what he needed to do, but he’d made sure that I knew it wasn’t about not wanting to be with me. That kiss ...
I touch my fingers to my lips, still feeling the heat of his passion against my lips.
I used the time he was busy to shower, shaving everything that needed to be shaved, washing my hair and then drying it, then putting on light make-up.
I’d just started to get nervous, staring at myself in the mirror when he’d knocked on my door.
The butterflies in my stomach take flight as soon as I see him. It’s not that I’m second guessing my decision, it’s more that I have no idea what to expect and I’m nervous. But I want this. I really, really want this.
‘So do I,’ Rina purrs in my head.
The moment he opens his door and steps
