(Grace’s POV)
Dorian’s scent is nothing like Alexander’s. It’s strong, and manly, if there’s even a scent like that, and just standing in his presence makes every nerve in my body come alive with attention.
I don’t like it.
I don’t like what his nearness does to my body, to my heart.
I don’t like the way every cell in my body reacts to him. That lack of control frightens me more than I like to admit.
And not because I'm afraid of him. Dorian is by far the kindest, most gentle man I’ve ever known. And maybe because of that, I want him to keep holding me. To touch me, to do things to me that I have no right to want.
"Grace." His voice is low, husky. I try not to notice how the sound makes a certain part of my body tight. Wet. "I know this is hard. Trusting me. Accepting help. But I nee
