Meredith.
His breath brushed along my ear, and then his jaw nudged against my cheek in a slow, deliberate caress that sent a shiver racing down my spine.
I chuckled softly, trying not to melt into him. "Draven… I have a training session with your brother."
His response was immediate, low and possessive. "No need. I'm back now. You don't need to train with Dennis anymore."
I bit back a smile. I already had a feeling that today's morning training session wouldn't hold. And as if Dennis knew as well, he hadn't bothered to call me.
"So when," I asked, tilting my head to meet Draven's golden gaze, "do you plan to assess my training?"
His lips quirked into the faintest smirk. "Later this evening."
Then, as if that settled everything, he tugged me closer until I was practically lying on top of him.
"For now," he murmured, "stay here with me."
