Eleven

RAVEN'S POV:

"Can you get up?" he asked, his strong hands firmly holding my shoulders. He leaned in so close that I could see every detail of his face, and strangely, it only made him more handsome. Most people don't look good up close, but he was different. His features were striking, and I couldn't help but be inwardly impressed by his good looks.

"Raven..." I heard him call, snapping me out of my daze. I quickly attempted to rise, but my throbbing ankle betrayed me, and I stumbled. His hands steadied me, and he chuckled softly, his voice a deep, melodic rumble. Leaning in, his breath brushed my cheek as he teased, "Are you trying to fall into my arms on purpose?"

My heart raced at his question. Everything about him affected me in a way I couldn't handle; it was driving me wild. I realized he was only teasing, but I couldn't help but clarify, "No, I didn't..."

His hand still gripped my shoulders for support as he guided me, half-limping, towards the door. Despite my response, he see