When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 878

He gave a helpless sigh. "I told you, with someone else here, I won't do anything."

"But in the bathroom, you..."

Lemira trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Orion looked slightly awkward. His voice dropped low. "When I'm around you, it's impossible for me not to get worked up. I apologize."

Lemira kept her head down, saying nothing.

He stepped right in front of her, his tone dropping even softer. "Then I'll head out. I'll come back tomorrow."

As much as he desperately wanted to hold her while he slept, he wanted her to feel safe even more.

Orion changed back into the clothes he wore earlier and stepped out of the closet. He looked at Lemira's back.

Standing near the door, his tone was dead serious. "I am completely serious about you."

He didn't want her to misunderstand his intentions.

He liked her. Every part of him, body and soul, craved her.

Hearing his voice, Lemira suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Was she being too harsh kicking him out like this?

Honestly, when they were kissing earlier, she felt it too.

Thinking about everything Orion had done for her lately, her heart softened. She turned around to look at him. "It's getting late. Why don't you just stay for tonight?"

As she said it, her striking eyes were wide and shimmering, laced with absolute shyness.

The darkness in Orion's eyes vanished, replaced by a brilliant spark. "Okay."

He turned back into the closet, pausing for a second. "I promise, I absolutely won't try anything else tonight."

Lemira kept her back to him, staying silent as the rustle of clothes echoed from the closet.

Her face felt impossibly hot, but she knew Orion had only ever been incredibly good to her.

Her voice trembled slightly. "W-what are you doing?"

His long fingers gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Goodnight, Lemmy," he whispered.

With that, Orion rolled onto his back, resting his hands neatly on his stomach, falling into an impossibly rigid, perfect sleeping posture.

Lemira peeked at him, her face flushing, but a sweet warmth bloomed in her chest.

This was entirely new territory for her.

She assumed she would be tossing and turning all night, but the next time she opened her eyes, morning sunlight was streaming through the curtains.

Then she realized she was completely trapped against someone's chest. A large, strong arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, while his other hand had slid upward, resting directly over her chest...

Lemira's face instantly turned tomato red. Was this man taking advantage of her in his sleep?

And after he explicitly promised not to try anything!