Yara
I look up and see Warren’s dark eyes, hot with desire, burning into me.
“What?” I ask, but it comes out more like a squeak.
He turns, focusing on me more intently. I feel heat flushing my cheeks and spreading through my body.
“What did you just say?”
“I didn’t say anything,” I say, looking around and realizing that Savannah is focusing VERY intently on Harold’s arm, her lips twitching, and Harold is smirking at me.
“Oh Luna, you most certainly did say something. I’m beginning to understand what Rebecca meant about your murmurings being funny. Do you really not realize you said that out loud?” Harold asks me.
What had I said? I was listening to Warren who was being the most incredible man I’ve ever met, acting like a surrogate father to Henry and I’d thought….oh goddess!
I look
