Aveline's hand tightened in the front of his coat.
"You don't want him to find you here with me like this?" Theron's low voice rumbled near her ear, the sound deep enough that it vibrated through her chest.
His fingers brushed her jaw. "Is that it?"
A small whimper escaped her before she could stop it.
His lips brushed the soft skin of her neck.
It was light at first, almost accidental, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his mouth moved slowly along the curve of her neck, grazing her skin before trailing upward to her chin. When his lips finally hovered over hers, the faint warmth of his breath brushed across her mouth.
Her fingers curled tighter in his coat.
Aveline's mind was spinning.
She couldn't understand why he was acting like this.
If he had already realized she was planning to run away, why was he talking about Theodore? Why did he keep bringing up the dress and the bush and the things he had seen?
None of it made sense.
