The movement is entirely my own. He doesn’t guide me or pull me closer, but there’s something in the way his hand tightens slightly at my waist that tells me he expected it.
That he knew.
I lift my chin, meeting his gaze without hesitation now. “Then make sure I never leave.”
The words come out steady, carrying more intention than I expected, and for the first time, I don’t feel the need to take them back.
Something shifts in his expression.
He doesn’t respond right away, but he doesn’t need to.
The answer is already there.
I stay.
Still his.
Still thinking about Soren and Ivy? Good girl.
Because this is where it gets worse…