Tabitha hummed in the back of my mind, smug as a cat on a sunlit windowsill. ‘I wanna bite his ass’.
Going to ignore that sentence. Or my brain would not stop pushing images of his naked ass in my mind.
By the time we’d both gotten up and ready, Darian had fallen into what it seemed to be his natural role: guiding without controlling, helping without smothering. He walked me down to Aurora’s office, his palm resting lightly on the small of my back, grounding me with every step.
When we arrived, he lingered at the threshold. His eyes narrowed slightly at his sister, but his hand brushed my arm with a tenderness that made my breath catch. He bent, pressing a kiss against my temple. “I’ll be back soon,” he murmured, low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t let her talk you into anything you
