SERA
Adrik’s lips were soft against mine.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t angry. It was slow. He kissed me so sweetly that my toes curled.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes stayed locked on mine. That familiar icy gaze softened, just a little.
He brushed a thumb over my cheek and then down to my jaw. “Get dressed, Zolotse, in as much as I'd like to bury myself in you right now. I don’t want your food getting cold,” he murmured.
I felt my cheeks heat up and I nodded. My heart trembled with more emotion than my body could hold.
“I’ll meet you downstairs.” He said before leaving the room.
I didn’t even change out of the silk. I simply slipped a robe over it, tied it gently, and padded down to the dining room barefoot.
The lights were low. The candles flickered across the table I’d s
