What struck Phei first was not Dravenna's disappearance; it was not the unfinished explanation she had left behind like a lit match tossed into dry grass or even the absurdity of the words themselves.
Sienna wants to lose her chastity to you. Tonight.
No.
What struck Phei first, as he sat on the couch with Sienna beside him, was the fact that she was letting him hold her for this long.
She was close, truly close.
Her body rested against his chest, the star-blue gown draping softly over her slender frame like frozen moonlight. The off-shoulder neckline left the elegant line of her collarbones and the graceful curve of her throat bare, while the glittering bodice followed the delicate shape of her waist before flowing into the silver-blue mermaid skirt pooled around her legs.
Her hair, usually so perfectly arranged, had loosened slightly at the temples with her soft strands brushing against his shoulder as she leaned into him.
