In response to Lucian's lewd question, Rowan almost nodded his head.
Almost.
His body was leaning into it, his mind foggy with fever and exhaustion and something else he couldn't name.
But then something flashed in his head: a sharp reminder of who he was, where he was, and what this meant.
His eyes blinked rapidly as if he was just realizing what was actually happening. And immediately, he pushed Lucian off angrily, straightening up with force.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Rowan shouted, in a sharp and defensive voice.
Lucian stepped back casually, his hands raised in mock surrender, then he shrugged nonchalantly.
"I wouldn't do anything as long as you don't want me to," Lucian said smoothly, his voice still carrying that dangerous edge of playfulness.
Then he added, his tone dropping lower, more seductive, "Although I wouldn't mind making those inviting lips of yours the last meal I have for the day."
