Eira's POV
"How… how did you get here?" I asked, feeling his one hand moving at the small of my back, the other settling along my cheek, as his thumb caressed it gently. The touch sent shivers cascading down my spine.
"I don't break my promises," he said, tilting his head slightly, his eyes studying me with amusement. "Is that a blush, or did you put on makeup knowing I'd be here?"
I instantly raised a hand to my face and realised my cheeks were burning. Makeup? I never wore any.
Am I really blushing this much?
Thankfully, he let go of me at that moment, or I didn't know what I would have done—how to explain that it wasn't makeup.
He stepped back, then knelt on one knee to pick something up from the floor.
"Is this for me?" he asked, standing and holding it delicately between his long fingers, his thumb brushing over it.
Damn! I hadn't even realized it had slipped from my hands—probably when he appeared so suddenly and startled me.
