Evangeline's eyes glimmered as she gave him a sidelong glance, tilting her head to reveal a stretch of her snow-white neck, already covered in suggestive marks.
"Do you remember what I said last night?"
Thorne's brow furrowed. "What did you say? That the wine was stronger than Spirit Rice, and that I should drink less…"
As he said this, Thorne suddenly realized what she meant and stared intently at Evangeline.
"Eva, you mean… last night, you were planning to…"
Evangeline gently lifted a pale hand and caressed Thorne's sharp jawline. Her touch left a trail of intimacy in its wake. The corner of her eye quirked up, and a soft laugh escaped her red lips. "Even though we missed our chance last night…"
Her fingertip pressed against his bobbing Adam's apple, and she felt it tremble rapidly.
Evangeline's voice was laced with playful mockery. "So, has the wine worn off today?"
Her words seemed to flip a switch. Thorne's dark green Beast Eyes narrowed into slits.
