POV: Alaric
I moved like the flash of light, grabbing her hand before she even dared to touch it. "Don't!" I said in a hard tone, and I saw the way she flinched.
"I'm sorry. I just want to admire it. That's all." The water pooling in her eyes fought for release, but she held it back, clinging to whatever dignity she had left. "It looks really beautiful," she added as if that would make a difference.
I said nothing.
"I mean... I've never seen one on you before. Never knew you liked them."
Of course, I didn't necessarily like them.
And, of course, she hadn't seen one on me before because she was too blinded by the urge to please me when I was sitting naked before her. She missed it. Too bad for her. Because she'd never get another opportunity to see me naked ever again.
Her gaze flickered to my laptop, but before she could even process what she had seen, I snapped it shut with enough force to make me wonder if I had cracked the damn screen.
