It was awkward now. His drive was off, his sense of knowing was staggered between what he felt and what he wanted for her but still he forced himself out of the tub to get her a towel first. His large form lumbered around like a baby elephant’s, still not in complete control of himself, and the water simply did not help anything at all.
Malorie, though, didn’t seem to see him make a fool of himself. Her eyes were still cast downward like… like… gods he couldn’t put his finger on what she was doing but he had read about it somewhere before. He may have even mentioned it to himself within his assessment of her at another time, but the word evaded him now.
All that mattered was lifting those pretty silvery eyes to find his again.
If she could look at him, he could promise her their way
