[Leif's Chamber—Continuation—Leif's Pov]
His words still rang in my ears. Tonight is going to be longer.
Longer? What was that even supposed to mean? …the kind of "longer" that made my legs tremble like jelly and my bathrobe feel far too thin?
Alvar's breath ghosted across my ear as he leaned in, his voice low and maddeningly calm. "Why are you trembling, Leif? … Are you scared of me?"
Scared? Ha. No. Well—yes. Maybe. Okay, fine, definitely.
I gulped, gripping the hem of my robe tighter. "N-no. I-I'm not scared. Just… cold. Yep. Very cold. Freezing, actually. Frostbite-level."
His smirk deepened as his hand brushed over my bare knee, his touch scorching hot—utterly ruining my excuse.
"Cold?" he murmured. "Strange… because to me, you feel like fire."
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My brain stopped functioning. Fire?! Excuse me—who just casually says things like that?!
