Magnus's strong arms held me firmly as he carried me upstairs to his room, away from the chaos in the dining room. My head rested against his chest as I inhaled his scent, a heady mix of pine, musk, and something distinctly his.
My gaze drifted upward, tracing his sharp features. His salt-and-pepper hair was tousled but somehow perfect, his silver eyes gleamed like molten metal under the dim light, and his chiseled jaw gave him an air of authority. My eyes lingered on his pink, heart-shaped lips, so inviting and utterly perfect.
"Done checking me out?" His voice broke through my daze, deep and teasing.
My eyes widened as I blinked, caught completely off guard. "I wasn't—" I started, but my words faltered as heat crept up my cheeks.
He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Sure you weren't."
I huffed, trying to compose myself, and looked away. He chuckled softly but said nothing more.
