As soon as he asked the question, his hand moved. He tugged at the edge of the blanket, and it slipped from her fingers before she could stop it. The fabric fell to the floor in silence, leaving her exposed.
Emira's first instinct was to grab it back, to cover herself, but before she could move, Zen caught her wrist, stopping her. "Don't," he said softly. She felt herself flush from head to toe as his gaze moved over her slowly. Everywhere she felt him look, she could feel the heat so intense that she forgot to breathe. There was no teasing look in his eyes now...only heat that made her heart pound harder.
She shivered, not from the cold but from the warmth spreading under her skin, rising until it felt like she might break apart. Before she knew what she was doing, Emira stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him.
