Chapter 12 Claimed
- NYRA POV
- We stopped beneath it. For a long time neither of us spoke, we only listened to the sounds of our breaths heaving in sync. The air smelled of pheromones mixed with a longing that had been kept behind self control.
- Our hands subtly connect, slowly, eyes tearing each other into shreds. “No,” I said, sharply, plucking my hand away from him. His brows furrowed, an obvious confusion lurking.