Chapter 59 Your Taste
- ~LAUREN’S POV~
- His laughter vibrates against my skin, low and rich, and I hate how much I feel it. How much I want to drown in it.
- I push at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he just tilts his head, those green eyes studying me like I’m something fragile. Something breakable.