Chapter 77 Helping Him

• Rook POV
• His fingers tighten around my wrists, not pushing me away, not pulling me closer, just holding on. Like he’s waiting for something, like he doesn’t know whether to fight or just let go completely.
• I study his face, the tension in his jaw, the way his chest is still rising and falling too fast, like he’s barely breathing through it. His skin is too pale, his lips still parted from the force of our kiss, and I don’t know if I want to shake him or fucking kiss him again.