Chapter 112

Draven’s POV

I ached to hold her in my arms, but the blank stare on her beautiful face gave me pause. She had just returned, and I wasn’t sure I could bear to see her leave again. She took a few steps closer, her captivating blue eyes locked onto mine.

“If I had known you didn’t miss me as much as I missed you, I might have reconsidered coming back,” she murmured, taking another step closer until we were just a breath apart. My heart raced as her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. All I wanted was to feel her soft body against mine and taste her sweet lips.

“Are you kidding me? Can’t you see what a wreck I am?” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. My heart melted when a smile graced Maeve’s lips.

She leaned in so close that I could feel the softness of her chest press against my own. “I can see, Draven,” she whispered, her sweet, hot breath against my ear. “But if you missed me as much as you claim, you would have been kissing me like crazy by no