-Andrew-
I take Laylah’s hand and drag her to my cabin. By the time we get to the front door of the palace, we’re running. She lets out a laugh, and it makes me smile.
I close the door to the cabin behind us and push her into it, pressing my lips into hers. “My shack?”
She smirks, her dimple even more profound than usual. It happens when she’s genuinely happy. It’s happening now with me. “You let me call this a s*x shack, and you KNEW we were mates.”
I grab her waist and pull her against me. “I knew you’d remember that someday. Seriously, though, how’s your hand?”
“It feels great,” she smiles down at her already healing hand.
“I can’t believe you actually punched him. Did it help?”
She nods slightly. “Yeah. It did. If anything, I think he’ll always be on his toes aroun
