Dorian’s mind was no longer on the violin or the dark piece that he just played. It was my intention to distract him from such dark thoughts, but not for long. I only wanted to lift his mood, not spend more time with him. I thought about refusing, knowing very well that a walk with him was always an intense affair, but I was also grateful for the coat and did not mind showing some appreciation.
Rather than waiting for my response Dorian stood and took the robe from the box. He lifted it open for me to step into it with my back to him. I did so slowly and felt his arms cover my shoulders as I pulled it over my dress and closed by two offered buttons of ivory white latches.
The warmth of the fur and leather caressed my skin like stepping into a warm bath. Dorian then walked to the door a
