❛ Everything will work out in the end . I believe in it && I believe in you , ❜ she says, hands placed on your chest. The fact that her hands touch your exposed skin while she's trying to 'uplift' you && smiling so sweetly is completely by accident, I promise!
BIZZARELY AWARE OF HER FINGERS AT HIS SKIN, Clive struggles to string together a tangible thought. TOUCH, an extremely rare phenomenon for the leader, was only paired with pain, or pleasure. Her incandescent beauty, the flow of twinkling silk around her curves, involuntarily raise the temperature beneath his collar. This is an unacceptable line of thinking. A single uhm falls into the space between them as Clive tactfully scoops her wrists into his hands, gently removing them from his person. As to not draw too much attention to the rejection, he closes calloused hands around hers, and risks another meeting of her gaze.
❛ Thank you, Eiline... ❜ utters Clive, ❛ I hope you're right. If not, we will endure as we always have. ❜
