Chapter 110. A Boiling Point

Teyana’s POV

I waited for him to say something. To say he would stay back.

“Do you need me to baby you then?” He didn’t wait for my reply, because right after he said those, he unexpectedly scooped me from the couch—into his arms, and I yelped, even though my hands instinctively wrapped around his neck.

“Shsssh, you don’t want your mum to hear you, do you?” He whispered. That fetched a weak giggle out of me as I buried my head in his chest, inhaling his addictive scent. “No, I don’t.” I muttered softly. He started to carry me across the stairs. I could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong against my face.

“Your arm should hurt right now,” I murmured into his black shirt.

He chuckled lowly, his warm breath brushing my hair. “All I can feel is you,” He said, then lowered his head to press a gentle kiss against my forehead as he climbed the stairs in long but slow strides. This was my kind of perfect. I wanted the night to be long.

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