Her hand, almost completely swallowed by Kaelith's much larger one, burned as she pulled him through the castle.
Well.
Pulled was probably the wrong word.
Kaelith followed willingly. Eagerly, even.
But the situation was so absurd that Mirabelle practically stormed ahead of him to avoid looking at him.
Okay.
More accurately, to avoid him looking at her.
Her heart hammered against her throat. Her skin tingled from how thoroughly her blood had decided to abandon all reason.
Unfortunately, the weather was not on her side. The evening was warm.
Normally, a cool breeze seemed to drift endlessly through the halls of Luchsenstein.
Tonight it did absolutely nothing to help.
If anything, it only reminded her how hot she felt. Almost feverish.
A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin.
'Pull yourself together.
How many times have you had sex?'
She attempted to regain control of herself.
It worked for approximately three seconds.
