EIRA’S POV

“...but I am your man.”

“You, kidding.”

“I’m not.” He stood up, wrapping his arms to my small body, dragging me to the couch and sat me on his lap.

I scoffed and hit his shoulder. “It’s awkward.”

He placed his face on my back, his two hands were on my belly while I was sitting with my back facing him. A couple of silence covered his chamber.

I cracked the hush when I talked when the awkwardness continued. “Why did you summon me?”

I had no idea why I was letting him do what he was doing now. Really? Sitting on his lap? We looked like a...