LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV
Then, slowly, he lay beside me.
He pulled me closer to him till I felt his hard chest against mine and then he wrapped his arm around my waist.
I thought he’d say something. Ask me why I’d vanished after we left that room. Why I hadn’t said anything to him after that. Why I hadn’t come down for dinner.
He didn’t.
“You are cold, Aquamarine,” he murmured.
His voice was soft and it felt like an arousing caress over skin. But I didn't open my eyes, I wasn't composed enough yet to do that.
I couldn't face him yet.
But I knew I had to do this.
“You always get cold when you are about to cry,” he whispered into my hair.
His scent hit me, hard and feral.
My body instantly began to react gently to everything that was him.
“Did an Elder say something?” he continued
