VALORIA WILDEROSE
I'm suddenly aware of our proximity again, of the thin fabric of my dress second to skin, of my rapidly beating heart pounding in my ears, of the warmth radiating from his body so close to mine.
I give into it, leaning in, but he pulls away suddenly. This time he's on his feet, putting more distance between us, running another blade through my heart.
Rejected once again for the third time leaves me feeling frustrated.
He walks back to his desk and I'm up on my feet.
"If it's not me, then what is it? A week ago you wanted nothing but to jump my bones. I'm giving you what you wanted."
"Valoria." He stops me, opening his lips to speak, but no words follow, which confirms that he's hiding something from me.
He's never done that before. Not once in all the time I've known him.
Azrael huffs, giving up on it altogether. Rather, he moves for a clothing rack, grabbing his robe, and then he draws closer, covering my see-through nightie carefully.
