Mina's POV
Why did his hand over hers feel so right? His hand dwarfed hers, making her hands look dainty compared to his. Those big strong hands could probably pick her up with ease. He probably knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Wait! What?
Heat flushed her cheeks at the sudden turn of her thoughts and just at his hand on hers. Since when did she find hands attractive? Shifting slightly to the other end to give herself some space from the grumpy hottie, Mina took in a deep breath. She knew she needed to tell him, and yet it felt impossible. What if he freaked out or didn't want to stick around? Did she want him to stick around? She didn't need anyone before, and yet she couldn't help but long for him to choose to stay.
"Mina," His rough calloused hand gently cupped her cheek, gen
