And for the first time that morning, Aveline wasn't thinking about snakes, or food. She didn't even think about her newfound… assets. All she could think about was him, and how dangerously close he suddenly felt.
"Uh… can you… move…?" she asked, her voice betraying her as her eyes flickered downward in pointed discomfort.
Right now, she would have very much preferred that to be a snake.
At least she understood snakes.
This… whatever this was…
It made her aware of things she didn't have the words for, didn't have the experience for, and absolutely did not have the composure for.
Theron didn't move.
Instead, his gaze sharpened, a faint hint of something amused curling at the edges of his expression.
"Why?" he asked, far too calmly.
Her heart stuttered at the tone alone. There was something deliberate about him now, something that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing, even if she didn't.
