Lily's POV
Maybe I should have just called Rhea and Chelsea downstairs was my first thought as I raised my shaking hand and touched the side of Ren's busted lip with a cotton swab.
He let out a quiet hiss of pain, his gaze, intent on me. Eyes of liquid gold searing holes into my skull.
I swallowed nervously, practically fighting for my life to stop my hands from shaking so much.
No, I was glad that I was the one cleaning his wounds for him. I was glad that he had come down here straight away to see me and even though my hands shook with an unspoken need that I did not dare voice out, I was happy that I was having this moment alone with him.
His eyes were so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at them and as he kept his gaze on me, giving me what I was sure was a smile of reassurance b
