Book 3 - Chapter Three
Luna's POV ‘Oh my God, I am so sorry’ I whisper, mortified as I look around frantically for somewhere to place the mugs, before setting them on the small table beside the door and starting to dig into the pockets of my skirt. I finally pull out some tissue that I have and start to dab at the stain. I wipe ineffectively at the dark mark, my cheeks heating in mortification, ‘I can get this out for you, if you take it off, I’ll go and soak it now . . .’ I babble. The hand on my shoulder tightens as the other leaves the door handle that it was holding on to and grabs my frantic hands, stilling them. ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s fine’ a deep, velvety voice murmurs, taking the tissue from my hand, gently. I finally look up, my gaze moving slowly upward, following the line of buttons, up past
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