Chapter 61

• Ayla POV
• I felt like I was having the most amazing dream, I felt warm and safe, like I was wrapped in a blanket of love. But then, when I realised I was wrapped in someone’s arms, I panicked. My eyes flew open and landed on his sweet face. It was so close to mine. My stomach danced, and my heart raced as his grip around my waist tightened, pulling me closer to his body. He felt so warm and the urge to run my fingers across his skin just so I could feel it was too much. As much as I wanted to stay in this moment for the rest of my life, I couldn’t be here when Callan woke up. That would just be awkward. I gently slipped my fingers under his hunky arm and tried to lift it, but his grip became tighter. I held my breath as he pulled me closer and my heart pounded in my ears. The skin on his face looked smooth, but his jaw was peppered with stubble. God, he was beautiful. I tried to pull out of his hold carefully, but he had a firm grip on me. His eyes fluttered open and for a moment I got lost in his deep brown eyes, but then the mortification hit me big time. I had passed out drunk, and he had to bring me here so I didn’t get murdered on the street. Oh, how I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole right now, but I’m just not that lucky. I spit out an apology and bolt from his room, but my embarrassment grows when I run into Micha who is kissing the girl he had a date with last night by the door.