AYLETH
Etan's arm tightened, pulling her closer, and she looked up at him, to find his green eyes blazing with hope and excitement—and more than a little heat. She smiled, though she found right alongside the burning for him that spiraled through her stomach, there was also the trill of nerves.
This was going to happen. This thing that she'd anticipated since her days in short-skirts. And it was going to happen with Etan who was… heavenly. And in love with her.
It was, quite literally, a dream come true. As long as it didn't turn into a nightmare.
What if she did it wrong? "I cannot find words, Etan," she said faintly.
He leaned down, touching her face, stroking her cheek. "There aren't words. That's why it's so beautiful," he whispered back.
Borsche cleared his throat on Etan's other side and they both turned, realizing all three men were staring at them.
