Emilia gasped gently, as the side of her body, brushed next to Henry’s, who looked deeply in to her eyes.
The deep of his blue eyes, so cold and striking, cut sharp through the warm hazel of hers.
She gulped hard and Henry’s eyes darted low on to her throat, watching as the skin moved up and down.
Henry realized that Emilia always did this, whenever the two were this close.
“Do you feel nervous, every time we are this close?”
He asked, the question popping in to his head out of nowhere and his mouth held no filter in asking that question from Emilia right away as well.
Emilia didn’t make any gestures and remained still, afraid that another physical move from her might give her away.
“Tell me.”
He asked, boring holes in to her skin, by his glaring stare over her face.
She shook her
