“We are returning to our city home the day after next. Will I see you there? Or are you stuck here?”
I knew he was able to visit my bedroom once, but I wasn’t too sure if he was strictly stuck to the grounds of this home or if
he could go anywhere he pleased.
“I will be right by your side, in the shadows, waiting for you to say those magic words.”
“What makes you so sure I will say them?”
Taking a hold of both of my hands then, he cupped them in his. No longer feeling cool to the touch, but warm against my
skin. His eyes filled with mystery and wonder, begging me to fall into them.
“I have no doubt you will, when the time is right.”
I could feel myself leaning in and before I could stop myself, his hands released mine and both of them cupped my face.
One slowly moved to the back of my neck as our faces came closer together.
A single breath away.
“As much as I crave those lips against mine our lips will not meet,” he said as he pulled away a little to my
disappointment. “I have great plans for you and me. One in particular I know, if I kissed you now, I would ruin the surprise.”
I could feel my heart thump loudly in my chest and the heat rise within me. What ideas did he have? I couldn’t help myself
as I shifted a little closer to him and his nose brushed against mine, closing the distance between us again. The air in my lungs
shallow as I thought more on his words and a spark rushed up between my legs. He didn’t move his hand from the back of my
neck, or flinch when I placed one of my hands on his knee.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I will break the vow I made,” he growled, biting his bottom lip.
“And what vow would that be?” I asked as his breath caught.
“You are tethering on dangerous ground.”
His fingers teased against the nape of my neck as he tugged a little at my hair. His other hand trailed down towards my bare
shoulder, just as he did before.
“Tether it with me then.”
I wasn’t sure what came over me. I had this sudden confidence. I wanted him, every part of him. The way he smelt of pine,
firewood and sea salt, filled the very depths of my soul.
“This dress, it's perfect, but it most certainly would look better on my bedroom floor.”
A devilish smile ran across his lips as he licked his bottom lip and leaned in, closing the gap almost by a pin of hair. I
desperately wanted his lips to touch mine.
“You, however, are not ready. And when you are, I will be here waiting for you,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine
with each word.
