Things weren’t supposed to be this tense between you two, how did it end up like this? Yet all this close proximity is making things very….. difficult. So here you are, seated on Rafayel’s lap as the tension started to wither into nothing.

“Come dawn, new whispers will fill the air. All because of your bold actions.” He murmured, but the twinkle in his eyes showed he did not care you were on his lap. In fact, he loved it. So when accidentally dropped a grape you were feeding him, you watched it roll down his chest and stop just along the waistline of his adorned slacks.

“Aren’t you going to clean me up?” Lips turned into a smirk, he couldn’t help but gasp softly as your fingertips grazed his neck and chest as you ‘looked’ for the grape.

“I think you need to go lower, your Highness.” Voice low and almost growling with need, he gently pressed your hand lower to where the grape was. His eyes were practically devouring you, it was obvious how hungry he was. And he’s not hungry for the grape.