He pulled away, breathless from the kiss. For a moment, their faces remained close, their noses almost touching. Then he reached forward and stroked the supple corner of her lip with his knuckle. Her lips parted slightly as he touched them, letting out a small sound.
Then he pulled away completely.
Her eyes were dark with desire, hunger. He saw it before she averted her gaze.
And he was certain that he had a similar look in his eyes.
"Forgive me, Miss Stenly." He adjusted the collar of his coat and assumed his seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
Claire said nothing, her eyes cast to the ground, cheeks aflame.
"Is that all, Your Grace."
Yeren couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness bothering him.
Was that why he called her? To serve as a worthy distraction?
"We will see each other in court then."
Her brows lifted slightly as she processed his words, but she still remained silent.
