His brows rise at that, and he swallows before shaking his head. “No reaction. See? This is me not reacting.”
She struggles not to laugh at his attempt to hide his obvious feelings about the thought of a dozen younglings.
“For the record,” he says, “is that what you were blushing about? A dozen—” His voice cracks, and laughter gets the best of her.
“No! That wasn’t what I was planning to say.”
Immediate and obvious relief fills him. “Good. Good. I mean, if it were, that would be fine, too. The telling-me part, I mean. The doing-it part, though. That might be terrifying. Well, not the doing-it part—I imagine that part would be enjoyable.” His eyes grow wide. “Stars above. I’m going to stop talking now.”
Elowyn’s laughter grows, and she leans her forehead against his solid chest as her shoulders shake.
“Now I’m blushing,” he mutters, and his words only add to her mirth. As her laughter fades, he chuckles a little himself before turning serious. “What were you going to say?”
She looks up at him, and his caramel eyes gaze down at her with a warmth that envelops her and makes her feel somehow safe and secure. Cared for and...and loved.
It’s enough to steal her breath away. And suddenly, it doesn’t seem like a silly or embarrassing request. He is the other half of her heart. She doesn’t need to be afraid or hide anything from him.
“Tell me?” he says softly.
Breathing out slowly, she pushes forward. “Could you...would you mind...showing me your scar?”
Am I Distracting You?
Episode 47
Hisscar?Elowynwantsto see his scar? Is she asking him to take off his shirt?
No wonder she’s blushing. Rominy’s own face heats.
It’s not as if she hasn’t seen him without a shirt. After that dragon killed him, Elowyn ran her hands all over his chest, searching for a wound.
She must not have noticed his scar that night.
If this will help her move past her fear of the doctor, he can probably take his shirt off for her. Especially since blood is still slowly seeping from her arm. He grimaces inwardly at the sight.
Clearing his throat, he nods. “All right.”
This won’t be awkward at all.
With Elowyn standing there watching, he reaches for the top button of his coat and slips it free before tugging the wool garment off and setting it on the bed.
Definitely not awkward.
“What do you call this piece?” she asks as she fingers his waistcoat. “And the cloth you strangle yourself with every day?”
“Strangle myself?” He can’t help smiling at that. It does feel as if he’s strangling himself at times. “It’s a necktie. And that’s a waistcoat.”
He undoes his tie and tosses it with his coat before fumbling with the buttons on his waistcoat as she stands there watching him.
Is he really undressing in front of her?
After shrugging out of his waistcoat, he tugs his braces over his shoulders.
“You have as many strange layers as I do,” Elowyn says.
A nervous chuckle escapes him as he tries not to think about her statement.
Pulling his shirt loose, he lifts the hem, exposing his torso, and the cool air makes his flesh tingle.
