Chapitre 77: Fireworks

ELRETH

She'd never seen Aaryn look so… unhinged. As if the mere idea might bring him to that glorious wave that had rushed through her body like a forest fire, eating every other thought and sensation, until she'd lain there, gasping, skin prickling, blinking herself back to reality.

Neither of them moved.

Aaryn swallowed. "Are you sure?"

She almost laughed, but he looked so serious. Then she blinked. It wasn't serious. His face… he was… afraid? She put her free hand to his face and stroked his cheek and even when he kissed her palm, he seemed so frightened to hope it sent a spear to her heart.

Had the others he'd been with never wanted to let him have that?

She pulled herself up to take his lips and he groaned into her mouth. And even though she was completely inexperienced, for a moment she felt confident—not only did she want to do this, she wanted to never see that look on his face again.