Aniya smiled while being nestled against his chest. She felt she might melt into him. He was her safe haven. With him, she felt protected.
In his arms, she felt untouchable.
"How about…" she chewed the corner of her lower lip, "How about you sit next to me and steal glances like a lovesick puppy? That way you can hold me close, and you can admire my face at the same time. Win-win. Right?"
George didn't know how to react to this funny side of her. His eyes crinkled in amusement as he couldn't help himself, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"Anaya Jakes," his breath fanned over her skin sending a delicious tremor through her, "You're impossible."
Aniya's fingers unconsciously ran through his hair as if… as if he belonged to her.
At this realization, goosebumps rose on her skin. But then she needed to get away from him or divert his attention otherwise she could end up being his w*hore.
