Lyla

Rashid carried me inside all the way up to his room, not once wavering and accidentally dropping me. I knew he was strong, but I wasn’t exactly lightweight.

He brought me into his room and tossed me onto the bed, pressing a knee into the mattress and making it dip towards him. Biting my lip, I lifted myself up on my elbows to watch him slowly pull my sandals from my feet. He ran a thumb along the bridge, massaging where my ...