NALEDI’S POV

“Attai,” Draken breathed as soon as his eyes fell upon me. “You are dressed.” He said in an accusing tone.

“It’s late.” I replied, leaving the shelf and walking closer to him. “If you hadn’t locked this door, I probably would be passed out on my bed right now.”

“I have a big bed, Attai.” He stepped closer to me, “You could be laying in my bed right now, except you wouldn’t be passed out, we’d be doing other things.” His eyes glistened with mischief.

“Maybe it’s a good thing I locked the door.” His nose lingered on the skin of my neck. “I want you.” His hands...