The sudden wave of self-awareness hit Eiravyne like a physical blow.
Her hands froze against his rugged jaw, and the flush rushing up her neck burned hot enough to sear her skin.
'What was I doing?' She thought.
The frantic, desperate bravery that had driven her to shower him with kisses vanished in an instant, replaced by a sudden, suffocating panic.
She had just mirrored him, completely, unashamedly mirrored the most vulnerable thing he did.
Panic flared in her chest, hot and paralyzing. She couldn't even look at him anymore.
"I…I didn't... I wasn't... I just…" Eiravyne stammered frantically, the words tangling hopelessly on her tongue as a nervous, breathless squeak escaped her.
Her eyes darted wildly around the room, anywhere to avoid the searing, fixed intensity of his gaze, while her fingers twitched frantically against his skin, trying desperately to yank her hands away and hide her burning face in her palms.
