He was on the bottom, she was on top. They were so close Lianne could see Seth Sinclair's eyelashes, which were as dark as crow feathers and surprisingly long.
His thin eyelids lifted, revealing a pair of handsome phoenix eyes. His pupils were an extreme black, like vortexes that could pull a person in, and held the sharp glint of a sword's edge.
The naturally upturned corners of his eyes were full of coldness and arrogance, but when they held a hint of a smile, they inexplicably took on a flirtatious charm.
'A real lady-killer.'
Their eyes met, their breaths mingling. Lianne felt Seth Sinclair's body heat seeming to spread through their clothes.
Her lashes trembled slightly as she denied it. "I didn't."
The invisible thread of tension between them was severed by his words, and the strange feeling in Lianne's heart vanished.
She tried to get up, her hand unconsciously pressing against Seth Sinclair's chest. His gaze fell upon it, and he arched an eyebrow.
