182 Glaring at Snowflakes

Evanna raised her hands to her face at the growing blush from what just happened between her and the elven Prince. She was so bold and confident in her plan, but she didn't expect Arawn, who had always pushed the boundaries between them ever so slightly, to then go along with it. She should have known better. 

Evanna clenched her lids shut; she could still feel the phantom touch of his strong arms around her waist, the leg in between her thighs and that hand, that hand that incited a carnal need to have more. That hand nearly disrobed her and made her fantasy come true. She groaned in frustration.

Her fantasy!? 

Arawn seemed to appear out of nowhere, and then ..the hands and the touching and the.. Evanna glanced at the bed and shook her head, clearing her mind of what might have been to the present. She marched towards the chest of drawers at the other end of the tent.