LYRIC’s POV
My head was spinning, but the moment his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up, my breath hitched instantly.
I froze, my whole body froze.
My breathing was shaky as I looked up, my bloodshot eyes trailing up his sharp jawline, his high cheekbones, and the dark, piercing intensity of his eyes staring down at me.
Fuck.
My heart hammered against my ribs, I could barely ear from all the noise.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t even think.
This stranger whose hand was curled around my waist was breathtaking.
The sheer stance of him, the broad breadth of his shoulders blocking out the ambient club lights, the quiet power bleeding out of his every pore—it knocked the f*****g wind right out of me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I stared at him in complete, utter awe. It w
