Lady Sophia grabbed on to her dress, her eyes wide, her lips slowly parting under his thumb. He moved even closer, his forehead meeting hers, his nose slightly brushing hers. He could feel her chest thumping, as she lowered her yes, her breath ceasing in her throat.
"Yes?" He said again, his other hand leaving the rug as he moved his weight. "Would you like to prove your sister wrong?"
She moved a little, as his thumb dropped from her lips. Her eyes sought his again, and in them was curiosity, laced a little with something else. A challenge. It was as if he knew Diana would be wrong. Like she was wrong about his smell.
"Alexander..."
He gave a small smile, his head slightly tilting to the right. Her hand moved as it tightened on his robe, her other hand uncannily right below his heart.
