Amara felt a wave of relief wash over her at his words. She knew he meant it, that he wasn’t just saying it to make her feel better. Darius had always been patient with her, always letting her take the lead, and it made her love him even more.
She took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to her lap. “There’s something else,” she murmured, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I… I’m a bit sore… down there.”
Darius’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, and then his expression softened further, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “Ah,” he said, nodding in understanding. “I’m sorry, Amara. I should have been more careful.”
Amara’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly shook her head. “No, no, it’s not your fault,” she insisted, her voice hurried. “I
