"Oh that must be the room service," Vesper said, his arms slowly unwrapping from around her. The warmth of his touch lingered on her skin as he stepped back, leaving her feeling suddenly cold without his embrace.
"I think you'll need to eat before we go back." His hand found her waist naturally, fingers splaying possessively as he guided her forward with gentle pressure.
Blazar let herself be led, her heart still racing from their closeness moments before. The memory of his chest against hers made her breathing unsteady.
Vesper pulled out a chair for her in the dining hall, his movements smooth and practiced like everything he did.
She sank into the soft cushion, watching as he strode to the door with that confident walk that made her pulse quicken and her cheeks flush.
Two waitresses swept in with silver trays, their movements quick and professional. The scent of luxury followed them into the room.
