Ajax caught both of her hands and faced her; all jest was gone from his features.
"You didn't want to talk about it earlier, Chiara." His voice deepened while his thumbs began trailing along her knuckles. "But if you must know my deepest, darkest thoughts, then ask away.." His eyes flickered between hers. Even though his words seemed like another joke, his eyes showed volumes of emotions, all at the mercy of the woman before him.
Chiara couldn't help but stare back into his emerald orbs, even after feeling the soothing motions of his thumbs on her skin, sending flickers of fire rippling up her arms and straight to her heart, her eyes remained on his. She gulped subtly, "Then tell me. Why do you.."
