Carly
After being teleported to Claren Falls by a crazy witch, my legs are wobbly. I stumble forward, only to be caught by Caden’s strong, tanned arms before I can fall.
“Careful,” he murmurs while I try not to swoon when my nose brushes against the fabric of his shirt. He smells like ocean and detergent mixed with a unique scent that is distinctly him.
I don’t want to pull away from him and shiver when his hand lazily strokes my back before slowly making it up to cup the back of my head.
“You tired?” He asks, mischief dancing in his eyes.
My heart pounds in my ears, and my face burns with embarrassment from being so clumsy on my feet. “A little...” I admit. “I don’t think I was made for teleportation spells.”
His deep, masculine laugh rumbles through his chest and vibrates against m
