Sierra's POV
I swallowed. I was too aware of Arthur. His blue eyes, a shade so similar to the sky after a storm, were more striking, framed to look even more enchanting by the thick, long, and dark lashes that surrounded it.
I envied it. Mine were stubbornly scanty and pale. With my sleepless nights, it only became worse, hard even for me to look at. My gaze drifted lower, tracing every curve of his face. From his sharp jaw and then it settled on his lips.
Full, sculptured lips that had… well, it had the most beautiful taste. Just once kissing him and I could never forget his taste, the way his lips moved against mine, the raw and shameless pleasure that consumed me at that moment.
My core throbbed, thinking about it. And now, being so close to him, the shameless thought was back again
