#Chapter 63: Nan’s truth

Nan’s POV I see the moment Lionel registers what he is looking at. The angry sneer at his mouth fades away. His jaw slightly drops. Eyes completely glued on my necklace. ‘How in the world has he come to that conclusion?’ I think. I am mystified by his logic. Several moments passed quietly between us. Neither one of us know what to say. And I am not inclined to speak first. But I begin to realize I am still pinned to the bed. That I am pinned beneath him. So close that every point of our bodies touch. His warm breath fans across my face. The scent of his minty toothpaste reaches my nose. It sends both flashes of warmth and coolness through me. Then I take in the other sensation. His strong but gentle grip on my wrists. The firm and muscular thigh parting my legs. It is tantalizing. Tension rises in the room. My previous outrage has long faded. “I would like to claim my kiss.” Lionel says huskily. That sound and his hooded eyes are like embers in my belly. The hea