12/9/2025, 3:15 AM
her grin widens, something pleased creeping across her features.
her eyes lifted to his, catching the want there, and something sly warmed in her expression—was her assumption misguided?
her gaze dipped again—over his chest, his stance, the hard angles built by training—before returning to his face.
perhaps,she echoed. there is no sense in flinching from the implication; it is not a thing she is ashamed of.
i’ve always preferred softer mouths. gentler tempers.the truth, plain as a cut to the bone.
her eyes lifted to his, catching the want there, and something sly warmed in her expression—was her assumption misguided?
—but even a woman who favors silk knows the appeal of stone.
her gaze dipped again—over his chest, his stance, the hard angles built by training—before returning to his face.
are you hoping to be the exception, sapair?