Irvin's POV
I sat there holding my drink, wearing nothing but boxers. Crouched down with my elbows on my knees, I couldn't stop staring at Davina, mesmerized by the gentle rhythm of her breathing.
Last night had been... indescribable. I had no clue how to even begin untangling the chaos of feelings twisted up inside me.
I had no idea what to do with this girl.
The sensation she awakened in me was intense, completely consuming.
It was risky.
How the hell did I end up in this situation?
Davina stirred slightly, her lips opening just a fraction, a gentle breath slipping out.
I let out a sharp breath. She looked so serene. So untainted by everything.
So unlike the women I typically dealt with. Unlike her family.
My gaze fell to her lips, that tempting little curve that made my hands itch.
I wanted to kiss her.
Just a brief one. Just enough to find out if she felt as soft as she appeared right now.
Even though I already knew she did...
