Kael Draeven
You're really going to make me say it?" I whispered, voice low, nearly lost in the quiet.
Kain's heart was pounding—I could feel it beneath my fingers. "Maybe. Yes." he said, surprising me.
Well, isn't this so many surprises for a single day? Besides, I never really thought he was going to come here, but here he was.
I moved closer, letting my hand slip to rest at the dip of his waist beneath the covers. My thumb drawing lazy circles, even though my pulse wasn't calm—wasn't even close. But I needed something to ground me, and he was right there, warm and too damn real.
"I'd say… maybe you want to feel something more than my breath on your neck," I murmured, every syllable measured, controlled, even though my insides were fraying.
"And maybe," I added, letting my fingers slide up, just under the hem of his shirt, brushing his skin, "you like how I make you feel when I don't even try."
