Wrapped in a layer of animal fur, Nina slowly sat up, rubbing her sore waist with a faint wince. Honestly… he's ridiculously strong—and completely lacks restraint.
Her gaze drifted to Idir's face once more.
Those lashes… trembling like that—was he pretending to sleep?
Why?
Frowning slightly, she reached out and pinched his handsome cheek. "If you're awake, get up."
What was the point of playing dead?
Idir couldn't keep up the act any longer and reluctantly opened his eyes.
He hadn't meant to pretend, he just didn't know how to face her. Instinct had driven him to avoid it.
But now, there was no escape.
He scrambled upright and, without hesitation, dropped to his knees in front of her, his face filled with guilt and self-reproach. "Nina… I'm sorry. I—I've done something unforgivable to you."
These past days… he had monopolized her, clung to her—and last night…
The weight of it crushed him.
