@nevercaught : ‘ i can’t stop looking at you. ’
' i can tell, darling. ' she's felt his gaze on her back for the hour she's been here — calculating, desiring, knowing. not that she'd ever tell him, but she doesn't mind that, actually quite likes it, and adores the progression from a glance to a warm hand settled on the bare skin at the small of her back.
' i'm here for the marquess's watch. ' there's a forced nonchalance in the way grayson sips at her champagne, but it's a desperate attempt to hide the way her chest goes hot at the voice angled far too intimately into the shell of her ear. ' after i'm done here, i'll let you take me out to eat. '












