Sneak peek

"Lay down."

Sevian narrowed his eyes. "I'm laying down right now," he said, staring up at Aria who leaned above him.

"No, you're half-sitting. Don't make a fuss! You want to get this over quick, right?"

Sevian swallowed down some lingering uneasy feeling. Though his expression didn't change, his dark eyes betrayed some of his agitation. Aria pull away a bit, putting some distance between the two.

"Sevian," Aria murmured, his eyes half-hooded. Sevian stared at some point in his neck. He can felt Aria's calloused fingers touched his forearm, and rubbed him up and down there firmly.

He closed his eyes. Distraction. Does that mean he want him to ease up, relaxing a bit by doing that? No. Aria only succeeded in getting the opposite.

But he said nothing, and put his hand above Aria's covering it. Then he shove it away, though not in a harsh manner.

"I know your intention. You don't need to treat me as if I'm some fragile princess," Sevian said in dispassionate tone. He didn't expect Aria's black eyes to soften in a strange way, though weirdly subtle.

"Ha. You're miles away to be considered as something fragile, Sevian," he grasped his clenching fist, finger, his eyes amused while regarding him as he was some prized possesion; or a prodigious pupil. "Though I won't deny the notion to call you as some kind of royalty. Hello, Princess."