“Little Dove.” His voice was soft. It was a stark contrast to how angry they’d both been only minutes ago. “Look at me.”
Jewel wanted to look at him, but at the same time, she was too embarrassed to raise her eyes to his.
“Please, Jewel, look at me.”
Finally, she slowly raised her head until her eyes met his fervent ones. She could feel the emotions pouring off of him, she didn’t need a bond to tell her that he wanted to touch her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let her go.
“I can’t describe how attracted I am to you. I’m sure that if I did you would turn and run as fast and as far as you could. It goes beyond your physical appearance. I’m attracted to your intelligence, your kindness, your beautiful spirit, and, yes, I’m attracted to your red hair and your fair, soft ski
