Seraphine's POV
Theodore moved closer and my body automatically retreated until the cool wall pressed against my spine. I had to tilt my head back to look into his burning gaze. Those dark eyes flickered with gold and I bit back a soft sound that threatened to escape. My breathing became shallow as he bent down, his mouth hovering mere inches from mine without making contact.
"You are stunning," he whispered, his voice carrying something raw and claiming.
My pulse thundered against my ribs. He had never used that tone with me before, making his words feel precious and dangerous all at once. They held ownership and wildness that made me tremble. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice unsteady.
A low sound rumbled from deep in his chest before he pressed his forehead against the wall beside my head, trapping me with his other arm. His body radiated such heat that I could feel it warming my skin even without touching me.
