Warmth bloomed across my neck before my mind fully caught up. The moment I realized what Lewis was doing, my body tensed on its own, breath hitching.
His touch was nothing like Julian's had ever been.
It wasn't rushed or clumsy. It was steady. Certain. A brief, sharp sting followed where his lips had been, and it sent a strange shiver through me, half shock, half something I didn't know how to name.
I grabbed the front of his silk pajamas without thinking, fingers curling tight.
"Lewis…" I whispered.
He stopped immediately.
His fingertips brushed over the spot he had just claimed, slow and careful now, as if grounding me again.
"You're delicate," he murmured. "If I touched you again…"
My face burned hot. I cut him off, flustered and breathless. "Lewis!"
He laughed softly and pinched my cheek, light and teasing.
"Why are you blushing like this? Has no one ever treated you this way before?"
