His finger brushed my skin as he draped the robe over my shoulders. I stared up at him and met his mysterious gray eyes. His face came close, so slow as if the world had stopped spinning. I wanted him, and only him. His lips were so close, kissing him wouldn’t be too much of a pressure. I tangled my fingers in his hair.
“Scarlet,” he called me by my name.
“Yes, yes… Call my name… Luke