Leilani.
"Leilani," Jarek whispered softly, sounding as though he didn't want to be heard… as though he feared I would collapse any moment from now.
I shrugged, half-expecting to appear unbothered but my shrug only came out as a mini seizure. So I stopped.
My body still trembled from the aftershocks. Even my racing heart wouldn't stop pounding against my chest. I swallowed a lungful of air and sighed, secretly wiping off my tears with the back of my sleeves as I raised my head to meet Jarek's scrutinising gaze. "I'm okay."
"You're not…" he drawled in a soft voice whilst carefully draping his arm around my shoulder as he pried the small box off my deft fingers.
I leaned into his hug, dragging in a lungful of his rich masculine scent mixed with perfume. And gosh, he smelled heavenly. I didn't want to ever leave this place.
I didn't want his sweet warmth to stop seeping into my blouse…
Wait, what the hell was that?
