The door clicked shut behind Grayson with a hiss. Neville stood frozen for exactly three seconds before his knees buckled. He slid down the wall like a marionette with cut strings, landing on the floor. His legs splayed out in front of him, still trembling from the adrenaline that had kept him going without suspicion.
He isdone.
Done, done.
Really, done.
His hands rose to cover his face. It did nothing to erase the memory of Grayson's silver eyes watching him with that unreadable expression. That seemed to see right through his act of innocence.
"Oh damn," he muttered into his palms. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
In fact, he wasn't at all innocent.
He did all that knowingly.
Take it as his poor attempt at seduction.
His brain helpfully replayed the afternoon's highlights; Neville's face burned hot.
[Uwaah~ Host, reality hits differently than the books! ♡〜٩( ✧ ڡ ✧ )۶〜♡]
