90.90.Chapter 90

Declan leaned in, his chiseled features flooding Elena's view and delivering a powerful visual punch.

Elena's eyes darted away. She fought to steady her racing heart, turning her head just enough to break eye contact.

His voice dropped to a low, velvety purr. "Besides lasagne, anything else you're craving?" A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It'd been ages since Elena last asked him