Chapter 124 — “My good girl.”

“Give me your pretty little hands,” Desmond orders with a pretentious smirk that brings butterflies to my stomach, and I simply obey, stretching out my hands.

His attentive eyes go to my fingers, and he leans down to kiss one by one until he reaches my ring finger. He stops there for a moment, staring intently, and I wish I had superpowers to read his mind right now.

“What are you thinking?” I ask