Chapter 48: Little Goblin.
Adrian froze, stunned into complete stillness. The sensation was bizarre and intimate, yet strangely tender. He could feel the strange lingering sensation of her tongue, the warmth of her breath on his skin. When she was done, she pulled back just enough to look at him, a small, serene smile on her lips, as if she had simply done the most natural thing in the world.
Melissa watched the exchange, a wary but understanding smile touching her own lips. She said nothing, simply returning to her work on the stag. Some things were better left uncommented on.
Snow, who had been waiting for instructions, saw the entire interaction. A flicker of discomfort plagued her.
"Is there something I can still do…" she stared down at Adrian, her voice a little tighter than she intended. "It looks like I'm the only one not doing anything."
"O-Oh, Snow."
Adrian stiffened, still reeling from Grey's attention.
