My breath caught in my throat, my heart skipping a beat. He wore a crisp black tunic with black pants, embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs. His horn and had a deep, lustrous sheen, and his tail swayed idly behind him. He was clean-shaven and neat, though his hair was tousled as always, a few dark strands falling across his brow.
When he saw me, he froze, his tail going rigid. His eyes widened, and his gaze slowly traced down my figure. A deep blush rose on my cheeks, my tail curling shyly, and I tugged at the hem of my neckline, trying to hide just a little more of my skin. The slight movement seemed to shake him from his daze, and his eyes snapped back up to mine. He cleared his throat, his own cheeks coloring.
"You look…nice," he said, his voice low and a little rough.
I bit my lip to keep from smiling, my heart fluttering. "You do, too."
