SASHA
My fingers were shaking as I tried to fix the cufflinks on his caftan shirt. But I was determined. I wanted him to leave with something good to carry with him.
“You are shaking, Bellis,” Bello said quietly, tipping my chin up with his thumb. “Are you sick?” He shifted closer, the remaining space between us disappearing. His eyes moved across my face, and I couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver that moved through me. Those eyes. “Or is it me?”
“Hmmn?”
He gave me a lopsided grin. “I am very much hoping it’s me.”
“I… you…”
“I really love your eyes,” he said, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.
I smiled despite myself.
“And I am glad to know I have this effect on you.” He moistened his lip, then pressed a kiss to my forehead and stepped back, giving me room to return to what I had
