~Lyra~
But then he said it.
“Well, I would have said yes,” Damon murmured, his voice rough and husky and sending little tingles straight to my toes. For a half-second, I smiled like victory was mine.
And then he finished.
“But that can wait, kitten.”
Wait.
Wait?
I blinked. My body didn’t even register it at first. I just lay there, frozen, eyes wide, lips parted like a confused little fish, trying to compute what the hell had just come out of his mouth. Damon Thornvale just said that can wait. As in, boobs can wait. My boobs. You gotta be kidding me.
I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows, still dizzy, still achy, but now fueled entirely by dramatic disbelief and a very strong need for answers. I stared at him like he’d grown two heads.
“Wait—hold on—what?” I said, blinking at hi
