“I thought of…you, and me…” “Oh, Faelyn.” He chuckles darkly. The man is enjoying this. If the torture weren’t so delightful, I might resent him for it. Evander hooks my chin with his fingers, guiding my face to his. But he does not kiss me. His lips hover just off mine. “You have to give me more detail than that, or I might misunderstand.” “I think of you, touching me.” My words quiver slightly.
