Glades Horne chuckled softly, his eyes so tender they seemed to overflow with affection.
His arm around her tightened suddenly, pulling her closer. His voice grew huskier. "It's already dark outside. Night has fallen. It's our wedding night. Don't you think we should do something?"
Julia blinked her eyes, still hazy from the wine. Her mind was a bit muddled, but she retained a sliver of rationality. Do something? She probably recalled something Glades had said, because her face instantly turned as red as it could possibly be.
"Glades... um..." Julia stammered.
Strong yet gentle, long fingers reached out, lightly lifting her chin. Glades's handsome face, so striking it could make one lose their composure, drew nearer. His usually inscrutable eagle-like eyes held no mystery now, no other impurities—only pure tenderness and desire.
