Jaxton's jaw clenched. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as his eyes remained locked on Aneira.
His heartbeat was beating so loud and so fast that for a moment, he was certain Aneira could hear it in the silence of the room. The air between them was thick, charged with something he couldn't quite name, something primal and magnetic.
Aneira stood by the edge of the bed, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. Her voice was soft, sultry, and laced with a daring kind of mischief.
"Why are you shocked?" she chuckled, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her gaze trailed from his face to his chest and back up again. "Do you not like what you see?"
Jaxton didn't answer immediately. He just stared at her, his breath coming in shallow draws. Then slowly, he shook his head.
"No" he said, his voice hoarse. "I love what I see."
