Arrival in Brithlite
My mind spun, shaken from my sudden teleportation into the room. The claps and cheers of the enthusiastic crowd added to my confusion, echoing around until I lost all sense of direction. Alex's lips curved in a flirtatious smirk, his hands firm on my back. As I panted, chest heaving, his grip slid around beneath my arms, fingers curling uncomfortably close to my breasts.
Flushing, I pulled from his grasp, but nearly fell as I lost his steadying strength. With a chuckle, he reached out again, but before his hands found me, Soltair appeared, catching my shoulder. The cold band of metal on his finger rubbed against my flesh, sending a shudder through my quivering body, but I didn't reject his support. I had yet to reconcile my feelings about his betrayal, but at least he didn't seem like he wanted to grope me.
"I see you haven't changed," Soltair said, smiling broadly.