He closed in on Delphinia, moving slowly, like he had all the time in the world, closing the gap between them until their faces were just inches apart. The faint scent of his cologne, dark and woody, seemed to envelop her, and she instinctively squinted up at him. His eyes scanned her, taking in the details—starting with her auburn curls and moving down to her collarbone. Then, with a raised eyebrow and a subtle smirk, he straightened to his full height.
Delphinia's lips parted in surprise before her eyes widened. She took a quick step back, her arms crossing over her chest as if shielding herself from his piercing scrutiny. "No freaking way!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with exaggerated disbelief. "I need to save this," she gestured at her body with both hands before hugging herself protectively, "for my future husband."
