“You fuck me up, Lyla James,” he said quietly. I pulled back and met his eyes, smiling. It must’ve been his favorite thing about me, because every time I smiled, it looked like the world stopped for him, which made me want to do it all the time, only for him. “You’ve ruined me, Lachlan Duke,” I said. “Ruined.” He searched my eyes for a long moment. Too long. And kissed me again.
