Adelia couldn't move, she couldn't even tell if she was breathing. Azel was close, he was so close that she knew if she moved her head forward even by less than an inch, their lips would brush against each other.
Her entire being seemed to lean pleasantly towards that thought. Azel smiled, his hand moving away from her left middle finger to palm her on the cheek. She flinched.
"What—" she started but the thumb that started to stroke gently just below her cheekbone didn't let her.
It was like she had entered a trance, her gaze clearly making out the gold flecks, intricate beautiful threads that made up Azel's eyes.
"You should never refuse a gift from someone, Milady." Azel said, his breath a soft touch on her lips. "It could end up either making the person angry… or hurt."
Adelia swallowed, not knowing the entity that possessed her to voice what she asked next. "Then… then are you angry or hurt?"
"Well frankly, I'm hurt." He answered.
