Valerie's heart thumped louder than a carpenter hitting his mark. She had not expected Raelyth to pull her over his lap, and worse, touch his lips to her ear. She knew they had not come far enough to the point of kissing each other, but his action surprised her.
"Raelyth..." she whispered, unable to turn to look at him. She could still feel his breath against her ear.
"Moonflower," he whispered, "are you uncomfortable?"
"No." The speed with which she responded shocked even her. "I... I am not," she stammered.
"Good," he whispered, then pulled away to lean back on the couch. "You are not worried about your sister anymore, are you?"
"No," Valerie breathed out. "I trust you when you said you will look after her."
Raelyth's surprise was not visible. He hid it well, even though her words singed into his skin. She should not trust him; he was not trustworthy.
"Good," he whispered. "Have anything to do today?"
