Tessa
He takes a deep breath and then closes the distance between us. “I fully understand how you feel at the moment,” he says, his fingers slipping into my hair. “But rather than pointing fingers at me….” He sweeps my hair back and tucks it behind my ear. “We should focus on finding out who exactly stole the letter and their intentions.
My gaze falls to his amber eyes as he speaks. His fingers lingers behind my ears longer than it should and the warmth of it triggers me in ways it shouldn't.
“H..how?” I force myself to ask. “The intentions are crystal clear.”
He begins to caress my ear robe as his gaze falters to my lips. “Do you still trust me?”
I swallow and nod quickly.
He leans closer and my heart begins to race. I feel his pleasant breath brushing my cheek as he slowly pecks it
