AYLETH
He was massive in the dark, a looming shadow that somehow made her feel safe rather than afraid. And his eyes… despite the rough shirt she wore, she didn't miss the light that flared in his gaze every time he looked at her. And especially at her trousers, which she thought was odd. She wondered if he liked it, or was scandalized. She would have to work up the courage to ask him.
But much as she wanted to be close to him, this decision—to wait, to hide—made her ache inside.
He must have felt her misery, because he stepped over quickly to wrap her in his strong arms. She went willingly, burying her face in his chest.
"It is only time," he murmured into her hair. His voice rumbled in his chest in a delicious way. She wished she could lean her ear to it always and only hear him that way.
She sighed. "Don't you realize what the next two weeks are intended to do?" she said in a small voice.
