Elara’s POV
My breath catches. His hand completely dwarfs mine, his fingers extending well past the tips of mine, his palm easily twice the width of mine. The warmth of his skin against mine sends an odd flutter through my stomach.
“Big enough?” he asks, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Flustered, I quickly lower my hand, breaking the contact.
“They’re...gigantic.”
He bristles.
“Gigantic?”
“Well, yeah. Look at them!” I gesture helplessly. “They’re huge!”
“You’re short,” he counters, his voice flat.
“I’m average height!”
“For a child, maybe.”
I sputter indignantly.
“I am not short! You’re just freakishly tall!”
“Freakishly tall?”
His eyebrows rise menacingly.
“And your hands are enormous!”
“They’re proportionate to my body.”
“Your body is also enormous!”
He crosses
