Seraphine tried to turn her head away. If she could just stop staring right at him, maybe she could think clearly.
Maybe she could get her balance back. But he was right there, that sharp jawline, those eyes that had always noticed way too much. He wasn't about to let her hide inside her own thoughts this time.
"Two days ago," she started, grabbing onto the first real thing she could find, "you asked me to be your friend. Two days, Voren. And now you're here asking me to be your woman?"
She figured that might make him pause, but it didn't.
The corner of his mouth lifted just a bit, not a full smile, more like he was pulling back some kind of curtain.
"Asking you to be my friend was really just my way of getting you through the door." His voice got even lower. "You don't go around kissing your friends, do you, Sera?"
Heat started creeping up the back of her neck and settled into her ears. She knew he could feel it too, the way his eyes dropped to her face and stayed right there.
