Before she could fall into a rushed temptation, he cleared her voice, gazing at his hand. He removed his hand from her cheek and placed it back on the table, taking another bit of the cake with the spoon Roselyn earlier used. The thought of his mouth touching the spoon she ate from remembered her the first time their lips met. A thrill run through her spin, mixed emotions she felt, concerning her about that feeling she felt and simultaneously tried to keep her grounded.
Her heart raced up and she could feel it through her chess, concerned he would hear it and eventually understand her impure thoughts. She unconsciously recoiled in her chair.
His eyes narrowed, drawing his eyebrows together, looking at her, confused. "Do I smell?" He asked sarcastically. Maybe if he did, it would be easier for her to be less attracted to him. Maybe the reason she was attracted to him that deeply was because he was the only man she shared so much time with.
