HOPE
The glow in his eye fades, and he blushes a little deeper, looking down at the floor as his own grin blooms.
"There's a Voile by the fire. Change and leave your clothes there. I'm afraid I might find you too distracting."
That declaration puts a bounce in my step, especially when I realize that the so-called Voile in front of the fire would create a lovely play of shadows for Asher while I undress.
I make sure to twist and bend as much as possible as I strip off all my clothes.
I don't mind him being a little distracted. When I'm bent at the waist, rolling down my stockings with an exaggerated kind of slowness, there's a sudden, noisy buzzing from the other side of the shade.
I think I hear a little huff of laughter as I tip awkwardly to the side, bumping against the Voile
When I come out from behind it, the heat of the fire still bright on my skin, Asher has his back to me. The shape of his silhouette is enormous and distorted.
