Chapter 19. -Does Adonis Like Me?

Yavannah Constantine

"Huh," he mumbled in reply to my words of gratitude. I didn't see the need to repeat myself; even without words, I was sure he understood why I was thanking him. Today was something else.

I had performed before a crowd more than a few times. But when I stood before that crowd today, I felt like I had finally won a war—against myself. It was beautiful, and I had Adonis to thank for that. He had given me the opportunity to see the big picture and realize what was true and what was false.

He pulled me impossibly closer to him, our chests pressed together and his arms wrapped around my waist. He smelled delightful, and I couldn't help but take in a large sniff of the distinct cedarwood and cinnamon scent.

"What are you doing?" he voiced breathlessly, nuzzling his face into my neck. I almost purred at the contact, his barely noticeable stubble grazing my collarbones.