Lyra’s POV
As the speeches ended and the clinking of glasses filled the air, Kurtis leaned in close to my ear. His voice was low, but I could hear the heat behind it. “Baby girl, did I tell you how stunning you look tonight?”
A blush crept up my neck. “You might’ve mentioned it a few times,” I teased, running my hand up his chest. “But I’m not tired of hearing it.”
He chuckled, his fingers grazing my waist, sending a ripple of warmth through me. “Good, because I’m not done reminding you.” His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer as his lips brushed my ear again. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and I bit my lip. “Kurtis, we’re still at the party,” I whispered, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.
“So?” he whispered back, hi
