She could hear Eli's voice but that was too far and distance. It didn't sound he was laying on the floor right next to her at all, nor did it sound like it was his hands that were was admiring right now, or rather the enticement on his hands.
She couldn't even make out what he was saying, neither did it sound important enough for her to try and figure it out what it was.
Her priorities switched and right now, this beautiful art in front of her held her undivided attention.
A consuming urge to delve into this temptation took over her, it wrestled against her sense of control and gave it a lasting beating.
To her, all that seemed to matter was exploring this new art.
Exploration was holding his hand, touching him, tracing those webs with her fingers and finding out how exactly connected each of them was, finding out the beginning and the end of the longest of them.
Her crave was allowing herself to fall into this spell, one that was quickly pulling her under.
At last.
