I heard myself laughing at one of his jokes. I almost sounded genuine.
"You're very beautiful," he suddenly said, and I wondered when he'd moved so close to me.
I had to blink to stay focused. The room spun slightly, and my hands and feet kept delaying in obeying my orders. Sol reached out and touched my cheek, trailing those graceful fingers down my neck.
"Your beauty is a gift."
I tried to move, mainly to see if I could actually manage it, not to avoid his touch. Honestly, his touch was pleasant— extremely pleasant. It made my pulse pick up a little. I could, I soon discovered, still move. I was just a little sluggish.
"Shhh," he crooned, placing a restraining hand on my wrist.
"Don't be afraid. Everything will be all right."
"W-what are you doing?"
He had an arm around my waist now and was moving his mouth toward the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His lips, when they touched flesh, were warm and full of promise.
