In Sexton, Ruelle quickly pulled her hand back to her chest with a deep flush spreading across her cheeks and her eyes widened in stunned silence. The place where his tongue had brushed along her finger still tingled, a strange warmth travelling from her hand up her arm and settling somewhere beneath her ribs.
"I—I gave you the fruit to eat…" her voice came out unsteady as they left her lips.
Lucian, however, looked entirely unaffected. He leaned back against the chair with calm ease, as though nothing unusual had occurred.
"I know," he answered. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw something shift at the corner of his mouth. His eyes did not leave her as he spoke again, his voice low, "It wasn't the fruit I wanted."
Her heart almost tumbled at his words.
