Kael couldn't get Liora out of his head. Every glance, every shy simper, every jolt of her head stayed with him; he preferred an ageless fire. It's been madness and elation. The more he concentrates on unpacking, the more he drifts in his own psyche, plays back the moment on the balcony, and imagines that it would remain admirable to touch her, pull her over, and feel the heat on her lips.
The morning sky was clear, and Kael was sitting on his balcony again, as if he were attempting to pull himself up by one thing he couldn't hold. Liora emerged from him, barefoot and brushing her hair under her ear. The sunlight danced over her skin, revealing the kindred curves in her shoulders and clavicle. A loose blouse, light and slender, with a hint of softness in the underside.
Kael's breath was caught in it. He couldn't stop looking at her side. He could not resist the temptation, and the pain in his legs only reminded him how much he desired her.
"Morning," he called, keeping his voice low and teasing.
Liora raised her head, and a bloom spread swiftly over her cheek. "Morning," she whispered, her tone still tinged with curiosity that accelerated Kael's second beat.
He leaned casually on the railing, though his intellect was nothing short of casual. "You're ahead of time again," he says; his eyes trace the curves of her neck and the soft curves of her hip.
"I'm more comfortable with the morning," she says, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "It's a peaceful thing to do. 'It's not about the money. '
Kael approves of the slow simper shape. 'Pause, isn't it?' he said. "It's not a peaceful morning standing beside you. 'He's just looking to make her tremble, imagining pulling her over, feeling her heat against him. '
Before she looked back at him, she glanced under her book, then looked behind. ' Oh?'she asks, her voice igniting these days, curious but cautious. "And what's the second reason?".
"Since," Kael said, lowering his voice, "you've made it impossible to think about anything else. 'His own eyes meet hers, dark and challenging, teasing her to admit that there is a flicker within them. '.
As Kael held the book, his lips parted slightly, and his finger quivered as he held it. 'I... myself wear 'thymine know who you're talking about,'she murmurs, though the heat rising in her cheek gives her away.
Kael's taking a elusive measure nearer, just enough to get their weapons closer to the touch. The air among them was filled with tension and desire. "I'm thinking about you," he says softly. "You're just wearing my wish to admit it.". 'It's not about the money. '.
Her eyes were flickering, then behind him, a mixture of incompetence and curiosity that set her own creativity in motion. Kael's Pulsing Hammer. He visualized running his finger along her weaponry, tracing the curves in her body, feeling the trembling beneath his touch. He was completely hurt, and he wanted to get her closer, lust for her, so that he could find out how much he desired.
"You're bold," Liora whispered, almost breathless, her eyes wide and sparkling.
"I'm a thousand honest," Kael corrected, lowering his personal tone to a deliberate note. "about which I'm feeling...roundabout which I'd like". 'He leans slightly, his shoulder brush against hers in a genuinely innocent way; so far, all the nerves in their bodies are igniting. '.
She stiffens for a pulse, then relaxes her muscles, as if she's lacerated during a pull or a tilt. Kael imagines he's leaning nearer, their lips barely touching, the gentle heat of his breath mingling with his own. His intellect was in a rush of fantasy, boldness, and taunt, almost intolerable in its intensity.
Her blouse was rippled by a little wind, and Kael's eyes caught the elusive outline for the curves beneath. The body's reaction is immediate. He swallows hard and feels a low heat pool in his belly. The innocent beauty of her body, combined with the frothy, unaware tease made her sick.
"I'm supposed to go inside, " she said softly, but her eyes were still on him, and there was a trace of boldness in the way she swung her lip.
'Nay so far,' Kael murmurs, walking only close enough to their finger to brush lightly over the railing. The contact was minimal but adequate to send a shock through them both. His gaze was locked on hers, dark and teasing, and he couldn't resist. "Stay a little longer?"
Her breath caught, and Kael could feel the slight trembling in her hands. She blinked and then looked away, clearly aware of how close they were to each other. "An instant," she whispered, her voice hesitant.
They're out there somewhere that you can observe things like duration, the elusive touch, the teasing proximity, and the muted expressions that hang in the space between them, the individual charge, and the desire. Kael imagines a critique of her on the railing, feels the softness of her skin, the heat of her lips over him, and the soft sigh she'd let out, assuming he'd be bold.
Liora seemed to be trying to fight her curiosity, her artlessness clashing with the desire to see Kael. Her small movements, tucking a hair strand behind her ear, changing the pressure, and looking at her lips, were the bantam acts of seduction that made him long for excess.
A torrent of rain fell upon her bare shoulder, and Kael's protective instinct roared alongside his personal lubricant idea. Lacking thought, he grasped an umbrella from a piece of furniture on the balcony of his apartment and extended it to her.
"Kael?" Her voice trembled with surprise and something else—anticipation.
"You're going to get wet," he says, offering an umbrella. "Can Thymine possess it, can we?" His personal tone was teasing, minimal, and layered in meaning.
He hesitates, then he takes the umbrella. It was only the tips of their hands that touched, but the flickering of the ones that ran through them was unmistakable. Kael could feel the heat on her skin and imagine the thud. His personal intellect was full of making bold choices: brush a wet strand of hair from her handle, turn his hand to her cheek, and feel her trembling under his touch.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and intimate. Her eyes meet his, glinting with a mixture of shyness and curiosity that leaves Kael spellbound.
"I'm savoring the attention of my neighbor," he murmured, letting his personal gaze glide over her only so long as to tease her, not to be able to cross the entire line. His language dripped with purpose; his body radiated the desire he could no longer conceal.
The rain's been intensifying, but it's not going to go far enough. They're still here, suspended by the gas of charge, every glance, every little movement, full of tension. Kael's psyche was pulsing with potential, and he imagined the gentle heat of her body pressing against him, the lips separating from him, and the trace of her breath running across his chest.
Finally, Liora stood beside a soft laugh that barely concealed her euphoria. "I'm supposed to go inside," she murmured, but the little curves in her lips and the way her eyes lingered revealed curiosity that she hadn't fully grasped.
Kael watches her disappear inside; his body still hums with desire, every nerve overheating. Slow burns in the middle of them were escalating, individual brushings a dance of seduction and taunts that neither could resist. Kael knew, with painful certainty, that this was only the beginning.