After the kiss he didn't speak at first. He simply looked at her, golden eyes dark and intense, drinking in every detail — the way the silk clung to the curve of her waist, the bare skin of her shoulder, the long line of her legs visible through the high slit. His gaze lingered, slow and appreciative, making her acutely aware of how exposed she felt in the revealing Vermillion style.
"You're trembling," he said quietly, voice low and rough. He took one slow step closer, then another, until he stood right in front of her. The heat radiating from his body made the air between them feel even warmer.
Aria swallowed, suddenly very conscious of how close he was. "I… I'm not used to this kind of clothing. Or this kind of attention."
