She was so impossibly beautiful that Noble felt as if he would keel over, and she wasn't even trying. He wanted to kiss down her neck until the point where her robes met skin; he wanted to peel the robes off of her. And he knew - he knew that this was a desire he had because of her veela blood. But it had him nervous, especially because he usually only had those thoughts about THE GIRL, and was able to chase them off when they involved another person.
But not Miss Chevalier.
He followed her to the store room. "Very well," Noble said agreeably, "The mourning period for my father just ended, and we've been poking back into society." Perhaps a bit morbid, but there was nothing else to be said, and he was working hard to keep up a filter with her. "And yourself, Miss Chevalier?" If they kept up the small talk, then he would be able to stop himself from thinking about the curves of her body, and those few hairs that had fallen loose, touching her beautiful neck.
But not Miss Chevalier.
He followed her to the store room. "Very well," Noble said agreeably, "The mourning period for my father just ended, and we've been poking back into society." Perhaps a bit morbid, but there was nothing else to be said, and he was working hard to keep up a filter with her. "And yourself, Miss Chevalier?" If they kept up the small talk, then he would be able to stop himself from thinking about the curves of her body, and those few hairs that had fallen loose, touching her beautiful neck.