NYQXEE’S POV
“Did I make you all flustered, sweetheart?” Quen murmurs, his voice laced with teasing amusement, low and intimate.
Heat instantly rushes to my cheeks. I bite my lower lip, flustered, and quickly turn my back to him to hide the flush rising up my neck. Of course, he notices. His laughter follows, light, warm, and effortless. It drapes over me like a comforting blanket, wrapping me in the sound I never realized I was desperate to hear every morning.
How does even his laugh make my heart flutter like this?
“I couldn’t find you,” he says softly, stepping closer until his presence envelops me. His arms slip around my waist, pulling me into him. His lips brush against the curve of my shoulder, and I shiver under the tenderness of the contact. My eyes flutter closed. The way he
