To be an ass, I slide my tongue on the rim of the glass. Elethior’s eyes glue to my mouth. He looks dumbfounded. Struck silent and frozen. And maybe a little … hungry. Two things hit me at once: how I stripped off my shirt in front of him before the awards brunch. And now, whatever this is. Both those things gather in the base of my stomach and burn, but a smoldering burn, nothing painful, just intent.
