Elian shut his eyes tightly.
He could feel him.
Close...
Too close.
'Touch me,' the command echoed in his head, and in the heat of Lucien's proximity, he had nowhere to run.
He'd rather set himself ablaze than touch Lucien!
Lucien watched Elian's face and suddenly realized something.
Carefully, he studied Elian's face.
Flushed cheeks, shut lids, firmly pressed lips.
Slowly, he took a step back, watching Elian instantly relax against the door.
"You surprised me, young Morel," Lucien spoke calmly.
Elian gradually opened his eyes, his breath stuttering in relief as he saw Lucien standing beside his table.
He slowly released his clenched fists, wiping the sweat in his palms on his rough linen shirt.
He stared at the foot of the table, avoiding Lucien's calculating gaze.
"You really do surprise me," Lucien said, folding his hands casually.
Elian gritted his teeth, refusing to respond.
"Did you really think that?" Lucien asked, his perfect brow arching slightly.
