Jade
The brief silence that followed felt agonising, my heart hammering in my chest as I scrambled to pull on my shirt, my face burning with embarrassment.
Darius, lounging on the bed with that infuriating smirk still etched on his face, caught the pillow I’d thrown at him effortlessly. His eyes flicked back up to meet mine, and for a fleeting moment, I saw something there—hesitation, mixed with a flicker of heat—that made my pulse race. His ears, flushed pink, betrayed him, but that damn smirk was still there, making the whole situation even more unbearable.
“You’re impossible,” I muttered, trying to sound confident, though my voice wavered as I fought to fix my clothes.
He chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair, the smirk widening. “You’re the one who jumped into bed without
