Page 39 of Protected By the Elf Prince

I really liked making him laugh.

That realization settled snugly inside my chest while he continued speaking.

“I also enjoy music,” he said. “And traveling through different realms.”

“Realms?” I repeated weakly.

“Yes.”

I cleared my throat and nodded. “I’m still getting used to that word and your world and simply knowing what’s actually out there.”

“You are adapting remarkably well.”

“Pretty sure I’m just too tired to panic properly anymore.”

Amusement flickered in his eyes.

I smiled again before my attention drifted lower without permission.

To his mouth.

The mistake hit instantly because now I couldn’t look away.

Dashiel’s lips were unfairly distracting.

They were so soft-looking.

Perfectly shaped.

And suddenly all I could think about was kissing him.

How would it feel?

Would he kiss gently?

Slowly?

Would his hand slide against my jaw?

Would he taste like the tea he kept talking about?

Heat spread through my body immediately.

Then lower.

Oh.

Oh, that was⁠—

Yeah.

That was definitely attraction.

No confusion there.

Hell, I’d masturbated after being at the bar with him. I couldn’t deny my attraction, and now thinking about it had my face flushing.

I forced my attention upward, but it was too late.