Chapter 184

Lyra's POV

I woke up to the profound smell of wet grass with a hint of sandalwood. My fingers were wrapped around something, or more likely, they were gripping something, not particularly hard but certainly not loosely.

There was the sense of a huge weight on me and when I tried to stir sway from that weight, I felt five fingers grip my waist.

I instantly opened my eyes.

My fingers had been wrapped around the gray shirt a man was wearing and as realization settled on my reality, I immediately let go.

The weight I was feeling was his arm on me. And the smell of sandalwood and wet grass, oozed from him.

I was somewhat scared to lift my head and see who it was that was cuddling me. Thinking that something would have happened that made Asher hold me like this.

But when I finally summoned up the courage to look at the person. A part of me was relieved that I was locked in Philip's embrace.

I was so close to him I could feel and hear his heartbeat.

"When are you gonna stop staring?"

His voi