Azura's POV
His hand was still over my mouth.
I looked up at him. Brown hair falling forward, sharp jaw, amber eyes catching the pale morning light coming through the window. He was looking down at me with that expression that gave nothing away and somehow gave everything away at the same time.
My body was warm.
I told it to stop. It didn't listen.
I was lying flat on my back on my own bed in my own room, and he was right there above me, and every single part of me that had any sense was screaming that I needed to create distance between us immediately. The other parts, the traitorous, inconvenient, completely unhelpful parts, were doing something else entirely.
He slowly lifted his hand from my mouth.
I opened my mouth to say something. I had no idea what. Something sharp and unbothered that would make it clear I was completely fine and totally unaffected and absolutely not thinking about last night.
The door opened.
