DARIEL’S POV:-

I was getting ready for work in the morning. Holding my hand out of Saafia who moved behind and helped me wear my waistcoat. I couldn’t help but to scrutinize her form, small compared to mine.

Popping to the front, she was closing the buttons as I was staring at her as usual, wanting to rake my fingers in her hair.

How would it feel?

“Mister Cannedy.” She called after buttoning my waistcoat.

“Yes, Missus Cannedy?”

Smirking, I slid my finger under her chin and lifted it so she could see the way I was looking directly into her soul.

She tilted her head in confusion to which...