As silence stretched between them, Evangeline still couldn't tell whether Hades was speaking the truth— or if, once again, she'd fallen for one of a Seraph tricks. Then, through the quiet, she heard a faint chuckle.
"Can I have my shirt now?"
As if on cue, her green eyes lifted, her neck craning slightly— only to find his bare chest right in front of her, something she'd completely forgotten amid the storm of emotions still reeling through her.
"O– Of course! My apologies, milord," she stammered, handing him the shirt without daring to meet his eyes. He chuckled softly, watching her turn away, her back now to him.
Her ears burned as the faint rustle of fabric reached her— his shirt brushing over skin, the quiet sound of him dressing filling the space between them. The silence stretched awkwardly as she could just hear his rustles, feeling the distance between them had somehow turned sacred.
