Chapter 413 – Redder Than The Raspberry Macarons
Big mistake.
Because Lux was still too close—close enough that she could see the faint flecks of gold in his dark eyes, close enough to catch the trace of heat left on his lips from kissing Sira, close enough to smell him. Warmth and smoke and just a hint of some expensive cologne she couldn't name but absolutely would remember forever.
And worse? He knew. He knew the effect he was having on her.
The smirk curled deeper.
Ariel's breath caught. She forced herself to sit still, but her thighs pressed together under the table on instinct, and her spine went straight like someone had poured ice water down it.
Lux tilted his head, eyes heavy with mock concern. "You okay, little mermaid?"
"Fine," she squeaked.
Sira snorted. "She's about to explode. Look at her."
"Redder than the raspberry macarons," Lux mused, reaching casually for one of the treats and holding it up beside Ariel's cheek like a shade comparison. "Nope. You win."
