Chapter 34

Kiara

Instead, I just nod. I'm relieved when he doesn't say anything else that will convince me to abandon everything I said and let him do whatever he wants with me. My mind remains clouded with lust even after we finish our meal.

He finishes with the dishes and silently retreats to the room. I join him and discover him on the bed, engrossed in his laptop. He's still shirtless, wearing square-framed glasses.

I ignore the second heartbeat between my legs as I grab my own laptop and sit down across from him. I might as well do some writing while I have somewhere comfortable to do it. If I don't look at him, I won't get distracted.

After twenty minutes, I know because I couldn't help but watch the time tick away at the bottom corner of my screen, he peeks up from his laptop. A coy smile tugging at his perfect lips. "Whatcha working on Cupcake?" he asks softly.

"My novel," I mutter, frustration evident in my voice. "I really need to stop getting distracted and wrap it