Her eyes were level. “Such things often leave behind … marks. Scars, where the hooks were set in. Places in your heart that ache, for reasons you cannot remember; things once you loved but cannot now. I can find them. Ease them.” A quick smile flickered over her lips. “Or I can just try to distract you.”
He leaned closer, studying the flecks of colour in her eyes. ”Astonishingly,” he purred, “I am rather more interested in the latter.” And, he added to himself, he was certain there was no power, however strong, that could erase the burdens he carried. Distraction, however, was one of his favourite pasttimes.
She picked her glass back up, toying with it, running a finger around the rim. The smile returned, crinkling around her eyes, and deliberately she licked her lips. “And how would you like to be distracted, darlin’? I am absolutely at your service.” She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind one ear. “Show me some mischief, luv.”
“I believe that wine may be getting to you,” he murmured, running slender fingers through her hair, making it fall over her face again. ”It almost seems as if you desire me.” He spoke into the side of her neck as he laid a feather-light kiss against her skin.
“Only almost?” she murmured, tipping her head to the side. “I must be doin’ it wrong, then. Tsk-tsk, all out of practise.” One hand came up to cup the back of his head, slipping her own fingers into his hair. A little shiver ran down her spine.