Briar opened her mouth, about to snap something at him, but then he took her chin and brought her face to face with him. Her mouth was still open, but whatever she had been about to say hung frozen in the air as she met his eyes--and actually saw them, saw him, up close. The pale skin, gray eyes, and touseled blond hair one didn't see much in Adela, though she couldn't place his ethnicity.
She had already noticed he was handsome. She had already, embarrassingly, craved him and let him do things she'd never thought she'd allow of anyone. Clearly she hadn't been thinking. She blamed blood loss and...uh...medicine. Up close, though, it was even more painfully apparent, and he was looking at her oddly, in a way that made her belly flutter strangely--and her heart kicked it up a notch or two when his fingers brushed through her hair, sending chills racing down her spine. Confusingly, she found herself craving more, leaning into his touch before she realized what she was doing--and quickly stopped.
Considering she was his fucking slave.
She was way too fucking exhausted for this shit.
She jerked her face away, looking off to the side and putting some space between them again. What the hell. Had he been BLUSHING?
Unsettled, she hunched her shoulders and drew her knees into her chest, eager to get passed that weird moment.
"Haaah, yeah, keep her calm. I'm a great fucking candidate for calming and soothing and nurturing people. Shit, Dick, I don't know what the fuck to even say! There there, it's okay, everything's gonna be fine? Because shit's not okay and life's tough and what she went through--"
She cut off, gritting her teeth, and took a deep breath. "It's gonna be fucking hard for her."