The voice in her ear was like fine wine going down her throat, making her feel tipsy and entranced.
His hands, unlike the rest of him, exuded an unexpected heat, as though they were burning her skin.
From Amelia's position, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.
He didn't smoke, so there was no trace of tobacco on him. But perhaps due to his frequent use of medication, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted from him, almost hypnotic.
She often smelled medicine, but it seemed that only his scent was strangely pleasant.
His hand still gripped hers, and as his body leaned slightly down, his presence became even stronger, impossible to ignore.
Amelia's heart jolted, a sensation both unfamiliar and vaguely
