Yavannah Constantine
The past few days had been nothing but a hazy blur wrapped in the warmth of Adonis's embrace. I tried not to think about the passions of that night and how we were both consumed with need for one another. My cheeks burned each time I thought about it, and I cringed, almost reaching out to knock myself out on the sturdy wooden headboard.
If Adonis noticed my nervous state, he didn't say anything. Instead, he would smile and chuckle to himself when I shied away from his touch or was unable to meet his gaze. He, on the other hand, seemed rather put together. Whenever I looked at him, I tried my best to compare the man that sent me over the edge numerous times that night. I couldn't believe he was such a tease. And I beg—
Oh, for fuck's sake.
