She wondered if her previous compliment was possibly the worst in history. Literally the worst ever. Elyna half expected the young man to turn on his heel and walk out of the room, laughing at her. She could have kicked herself. Your attire is very nice? Might have well of told him he had good shoes, or a nice smile; lame. All of it, ridiculous. Also, totally beneath her, she decided and sat up a little straighter. Trying to wrestle control of a heart that beat too fast. The ends of her fingers felt numb, fizzy. The Skyrider tried to be sensible, putting the sensation down to the lack of oxygen in the room, or the heat from the fire and then he was closer.
The young woman drew a shaky breath as the last bit of air vanished. There was nothing except his face the rest of the world dim behind him. “It’s a little,” she struggled for the words. Nothing, literally nothing but blankness came into her head. No words or syllables. What had he asked? Something about the wine, he was waiting for an answer. Her fingers shook beneath his and she forgot about the bottle. It hung, limp from her hand, resting on the tabletop.
His nose touched the tip of hers and the world seemed to stop. He wasn’t a theif? He seemed pleased by that, well why wouldn’t he. Her mind rambled and her body was pulled tight as a bow string. His brushed against hers and it was all she could feel. The smooth motion of his mouth and the heat of his breath.
“Oh,” it was a soft noise of surprise and the young woman blinked at him. No one had ever done that before. That, was it? A first kiss…it hadn’t been so frightening after all. In fact…it had bene quite nice. If her body wasn’t pulling her in all kinds of different directions…there was a need that was more demanding than the rest and Elyna, neck and cheeks flushed crimson offered Hunter Gawyne an uncertain smile. Had it been alright? Had he liked it too?
Elyna tested her tongue against her bottom lip again before she drew a breath, “excuse me,” she whispered. The bottle was set carefully to one side and she edged carefully forward and hesitant, pressed her lips back against his. Could he hear her heartbeat? She was certain that everyone in the other room must be able to.
The young woman drew a shaky breath as the last bit of air vanished. There was nothing except his face the rest of the world dim behind him. “It’s a little,” she struggled for the words. Nothing, literally nothing but blankness came into her head. No words or syllables. What had he asked? Something about the wine, he was waiting for an answer. Her fingers shook beneath his and she forgot about the bottle. It hung, limp from her hand, resting on the tabletop.
His nose touched the tip of hers and the world seemed to stop. He wasn’t a theif? He seemed pleased by that, well why wouldn’t he. Her mind rambled and her body was pulled tight as a bow string. His brushed against hers and it was all she could feel. The smooth motion of his mouth and the heat of his breath.
“Oh,” it was a soft noise of surprise and the young woman blinked at him. No one had ever done that before. That, was it? A first kiss…it hadn’t been so frightening after all. In fact…it had bene quite nice. If her body wasn’t pulling her in all kinds of different directions…there was a need that was more demanding than the rest and Elyna, neck and cheeks flushed crimson offered Hunter Gawyne an uncertain smile. Had it been alright? Had he liked it too?
Elyna tested her tongue against her bottom lip again before she drew a breath, “excuse me,” she whispered. The bottle was set carefully to one side and she edged carefully forward and hesitant, pressed her lips back against his. Could he hear her heartbeat? She was certain that everyone in the other room must be able to.
