FORTY-FOUR
A sigh escaped her, the faintest of tremors wracking her body at the feel of his hand cupping her cheek. It reminded her of how he'd shaken that first night. A little less last night, and earlier tonight a bit less, still.
Why were they so affected by each other? She knew what they assumed it could be, but what if it were ….
She swallowed hard, holding that blood-red gaze in the shadows. Without realizing the movement until her finger touched the backs of his, she had pressed her hand over his, holding his palm a bit more firmly against her face.
She could tell by the narrowing of those eyes how he was giving her an appraising look, trying to imagine what she might be thinking, she guessed. She could tell he moved though she couldn't see it, not really, before she felt the sweep of his free hand as he smoothed back her wild her in a delicate gesture.
She was completely aware of the warmth flooding her cheeks, of the way her eyes drifted closed as her body swayed forward, moving closer to his of its own accord.
Maybe, maybe somehow, for whatever reason, it was just … them?
