Ruelle's heart was racing so loudly she was certain Lucian could hear it, and that only made her more conscious.
"I thought you were going to be mindful…" came her soft words.
"I am," Lucian answered in a composed voice. It was then that Ruelle understood that the calm in his voice was not the same as gentleness.
If Lucian didn't do or say what he did, Ruelle wouldn't have paid attention to the way his fingers where his palm rested against the wooden door held a faint tension. His sleeve was drawn back just enough to reveal the subtle lines of veins beneath his skin.
When his hand moved, her eyes followed without meaning to. Only after turning did she realise how close Lucian stood and her back pressed against the wood. Her lips trembled as she uttered, "I—I am trying to make sense of it..."
Lucian's eyes hadn't left Ruelle since they had arrived here. He knew she had never looked at him that way and that some things were worth waiting for.
