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Chapter 89

Daciana's POV

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“Dorian?” I exclaimed in shock after seeing him. We locked eyes and became frozen in just the spot we were. None of us had words to spill but just rolled our eyes at each other.

I gulped my spit down hardly at the sight of his piercing gaze that refused to leave mine. I was still by the door, blocking him from accessing my room.

Earlier I had thought maybe he was sleeping and was quick to slip right through his fingers, but here he was, gazing at me with lustful eyes, the same as before.

“You don't want me in?” He asked, molding his lips and running his fingers right through his hair. That gesture got me hung up. He looked just too cute by doing that, and I couldn't help but want to let him in, but I brushed off that feeling quickly.

“Not that…” I paused, searching for words on the floor with my eyes. I would rather not push him back at the moment, or he would feel too bad and there might be more whispers around.

Likewise, I didn't need to look past him