“Reyna,” he whispers into my ear, his lower lip grazing my lobe as he speaks, “have you cast an enchantment over me? Because you look far too bewitching.” His arm wraps more tightly around my waist, and with his spare hand, he sweeps a strand of dark hair from my face. My skin tingles as his fingers brush my cheek.
I'd care more about him if he wasn't such a dick
