Her honey-colored eyes flared with anger.
“I came to have a conversation.You’rethe one acting like a brat,” I said, just to piss her off.
Elowyn stormed toward me, just as I hoped she would. My hands slipped out of the restraints of my pockets without thought. I grabbed her wrist when she started waving her finger in my face, pulling her body against mine.
Fuck, I knew touching her would be a mistake. Even in her anger, she melted against me.
Her eyes widened when she looked up. Her pouty lips parted as she let out a soft gasp. I had never touched her before—not even an accidental brush. Because I knew I might not recover if I felt her under my hands, and I was right.
“You were saying,little weaver?”
I called her the ridiculous nickname because it would get a reaction out of her, and I wanted her to keep talking.
“I hate when you call me that.” Her attitude snapped right back, and my smile widened.
“Why?” I already knew.
“Littleweaver—like I’m beneath you or something.”
Her words immediately sparked one specific image of her beneath me. I swallowed hard.
“Being below me might be fun, little weaver.” The words slipped out of my mouth, and her eyes widened.
Her sharp inhale and the pink flush across her cheeks told me exactly where her mind went. She didn’t say a word. But her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her breasts pressing against me.
I needed a distraction.
“You were stalking me the other day,” I said. “Why?”
A red flush took over her skin as she stared at me, blinking slowly.
Oh, little weaver, you look so pretty when you blush like this.
“I was not,” she lied.
I grabbed her jaw, lifting her chin so she had to look at me.
“You think I wouldn’t notice you on that busy street?”
I would notice you anywhere. Those words stayed on the tip of my tongue, unsaid.
“Fine. It was me.”
I chuckled. She sounded as if she were confessing a dark secret.
“Tell me, why do you stalk me so much? How do you even know where I am?”
I felt her jaw clench, probably trying to decide if she should try to lie again. But she gave in with an annoyed sigh.
“I used a spell to track you.”
Her honesty made me feel warm all over. Why did she want to know where I was?
“Why?” I asked again.
“Curiosity.” She smiled like she’d won something. “Do you know how long I had to wait for you to leave your damn house?”
My eyes roamed over her soft smile, and that warmth spread through me again.
