[IRAYA]
The moment I stood, my legs wobbled like a newborn deer, and before I could steady myself, the world tilted.
Shit—I was falling.
But instead of hitting the ground, strong arms caught me, pulling me against a firm chest.
Lyander's chest.
I froze.
His grip was steady, warm—his scent a mix of cigarette smoke and something deeper, darker. His face was close, too close, and the damned smirk on his lips sent every single nerve in my body into a riot.
"Be careful now," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "That's already the second time you've fallen for me."
My brain short-circuited.
And before I could stop myself—before I could even think—my fist shot up, and I punched him square in the face.
There was a brief pause.
Then Lyander chuckled, rubbing his jaw.
"Damn," he muttered, grinning at me like I hadn't just tried to knock his teeth out. "If you wanted to touch me that badly, sweetheart, you could've just asked."
