Amara Cross POV
"My only little girl… is you."
My heart jumped hard at Dorian’s words, but the sound of her laugh in his arms snapped me back. That little witch. Sitting on his chest, laughing like she owned the world.
Even if she was a child, she was still female.
I crossed my arms over my chest and pretended not to care, speaking coldly: "I do not care…"
But inside me, my heart was flipping like a small child on a holiday morning.
He placed his palm against my cheek. His touch was gentle, disarming. Then he whispered calmly: "...You do not remember what happened?"
I exhaled slowly and looked at him, trying to appear strong: "...Remember?"
Of course I did not.
But suddenly, memory slapped me out of nowhere.
The kiss. The bathroom. My bold dance.
All of it came rushing back in b
