Leilani.
I was restless.
For no reason, I was incredibly antsy.
It was no news that Jarek could be a handful sometimes, and while this was one of those times when he was just that, I was trying my hardest not to barge into that room and disrupt whatever meeting he was having with his lawyer at the moment.
I was worried that even now, with all of these going on, the first thought in his head was: work. And as the seconds passed by, turning into minutes then to hours, I gradually began to feel even more anxious.
"What is happening?" I couldn't help hissing at Zevran who held me so close to his chest, you would think we had been glued together by some kind of gorilla glue or something. His warm fingers forked through my hair, massaging my tense scalp as well as untangling the knots in between the strands of my hair while he watched me with keen interest, and goddess, if the scenario was any different, then I would've found myself blushing.
