Chapter 15 Butterflies

• Elara
• I gasped, nearly tumbling off the edge of the bed, but Alaric’s swift reflexes saved me. He caught my wrist and pulled me back up with ease.
• My heart was still racing from the close call, and I found myself staring into his eyes once again. I didn’t know what to say, what to do. I just laid there, pressed firmly against Alaric’s body. His torso was firm and warm beneath my palms, his fingers callused and steady around my wrist.