Elaris POV
He held my waist as he led me into the solemn and luxurious ambience of the restaurant.
I didn't know why the solid warmth of his big body affected me, why I noticed it like I noticed his strong, masculine, and very woodsy scents.
It almost felt like my body had melted into his, and he controlled everything about me right now, forcing my footsteps to sync perfectly with his as we strolled in.
I threw my mind away from the feel of his hands on my waist to the restaurant, the luxurious private section of the restaurant he'd reserved for us.
Warm golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, spilling soft light over polished marble floors and a table dressed in crisp white linen.
I breathed in the faint scents of roses, butter, and expensive wine, pleasant perfumed scents filling my lungs with each step in.
