"You're awfully calm for someone who just nearly got caught making out in an elevator," she teased.
Azrael smirked, reaching for the champagne and pouring slowly into the glasses. "I wasn't the one clinging to me like a startled kitten."
Her cheeks instantly warmed. "I was not clinging."
"You were," he said smoothly, sliding a glass toward her. "You practically tried to merge with my chest."
Athena scoffed, taking the glass. "That woman was judging us with her soul. What was I supposed to do?"
His expression softened as he leaned forward slightly. "Hide your face," he said gently, "not your heart."
That caught her off guard. She blinked, then smiled, lifting the glass just a little. "You say things like that so casually," she murmured. "Do you even realize what you do to me?"
Azrael raised his own glass, eyes steady on hers. "Every second."
They clinked glasses softly and took a sip.
