And after last night… Alaric trailed off, his voice dropping into a seductive rumble. "Do you know how close I feel to you now? How much I crave you?"
Salviana's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and she tried to wriggle free, but his grip only tightened. "Alaric—"
A knock interrupted their moment, and a maid's voice called through the door. "Lady Salviana, the tailor has arrived with your dresses."
Her eyes lit up, and she sat up immediately, the blankets slipping from her shoulders. "Oh! They're here!"
Alaric groaned, his hold on her loosening as she tried to slip away. "No," he grumbled, his voice almost petulant. "You're not leaving."
Salviana heard the door click locked and her eyes widened. He could do that?!
"Alaric, I've been waiting for those dresses for almost a week!" she protested, hurriedly slipping out of bed.