The thought had just formed in Zaila's mind when Caius's trailing lips moved across her arm, the thrill-inducing touch ever so feather-light until he lifted his lips and looked into her eyes for the first time since this all began.
Zaila stared into his red eyes and her brows furrowed as her gaze intensified like there was something to find in there. His eyes so enraptured her, her attention captured by what she wished to see in them that she didn't notice Caius's face had drawn closer to hers— didn't notice his lips were inches from hers.
When she realized and her eyes dropped to those lips, she found they were gone because Caius had leaned his face into the crook of her neck. Zaila's pulse quickened, and she tightened the one hand she still had on the armrest, as if trying to anchor herself, which was warranted because her body felt particularly light at the moment.
