“Is healing, and as Kylo said, there are other things we could do… or I could be on top?” I shrugged, turned, and started for where I thought Adrik’s bedroom would be. I didn’t hear his footsteps behind me, but I kept going, or I would lose my nerve, and I thought I acted pretty cool… and thinking that made me sound like a dickhead.

Adrik did want me, right?

Was I supposed to ask him?

Did he actually want to do something with me?

No. I couldn’t let my mind think otherwise. The man had asked me to move in with him. I still couldn’t believe his offer. Thinking about us together permanently had my stomach fluttering and a smile blooming.

I wasn’t sure why I asked for the weekend to think about moving in when I already knew the answer. I couldn’t imagine a night without seeing him.

I pushed through the door at the end of the hall and smiled. A king-size bed lay opposite the door. To the right were two doors; one would be a bathroom, the other a closet. To the left were windows that led to another balcony. The light from the moon was enough for me to see the bedsheets were dark, as were the walls and the bedside tables. Adrik certainly loved dark colors.

I looked in on the large bathroom, complete with a jacuzzi in the corner. The closet held all his expensive suits, shoes, other clothes, a million belts, and watches.

After I was done inspecting, I made my way back into the bedroom to find Adrik leaning against the doorway. My bag at his feet.

Heavens, he was gorgeous.

I swallowed thickly, my nerves rising once again.

He straightened and glared over at me. “I had to wait for the elevator to come back up since you distracted me, and I forgot your bag.”

Laughing, I said, “You look a little flushed there, Adrik.”

“You are standing in my room half-naked, moya lyubov’.”

“And that makes you hot?”

His smirk was wicked as he removed his jacket and dropped it to the floor. I gulped, my pulse raced, and my dick throbbed when he slowly undid the buttons of his dark shirt. He pulled it free from his body and dropped it as well.

He hummed under his breath, his eyes lighting with humor. “You are flushed also, moya lyubov’.”

“No,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Nope. “Yep.” I nodded. My eyes widened when he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He kicked off his shoes, and I did the same, but my gaze stayed glued to Adrik. His socks were next. I started on mine, tripped, and stumbled forward, drawing a chuckle out of him.

“I’m good,” I told him. I stood on the toes of my other sock and slipped my foot from it.