"What will you do with this information, Arawn?" Evanna held her breath and stared into the prince's eyes, trying to read his thoughts, which was impossible. He continued to stare into her eyes longingly like he might just close that distance between them. They were still so close together, his hands were still in her hair, and if she leaned just a little closer, then their lips would meet.
But her question hung in the air like a sword over her head. With her thoughts changing from longing and wanting to kiss Arawn, she was reminded of who he was and why she was in this luxurious bed-chamber, to begin with. "Arawn?" She whispered and placed her hands above his forearms to gently pull down.
He leaned back and smirked. "If I didn't know any better, Evanna.. I make you nervous.." His right hand came forwards again, and he moved some of her silky, black hair behind her ear and leaned forwards, so his lips were but an inch away from her ear.
