Sylas's eyes were focused on her. They lingered for a long time, before he tilted his head back, closed his eyes for a heartbeat and sucked in a deep breath.
When he opened it, he didn't look directly at her.
He couldn't afford to get sucked in by those eyes.
Theo reached in and grabbed his arm, gently caressing the strong muscles, "Don't you want to?!" She asked in the fervent whisper, her eyes twinkling with delight and hope.
He made the mistake of looking at her again, and she smiled at him.
"You're drunk," The words were spoken like they were scraping against restraint, "You don't know what you're saying,"
She pouted harder this time, "Nooooooo...I'm perfectly fine,"
He didn't listen this time. Didn't give her or himself the chance to. When he pulled her arm this time, he didn't let her sweet tone and words draw him back.
