Zethan's eyelids flew open.
Did she just call him "love"?
Oh, the urge he felt to tell her to repeat those words! But had she meant it, or did she just say it out of worry for him?
Lilia gazed at him as his fangs elongated further, but he stood there, unmoving—his eyes staring straight at her before trailing down to her chest. Finally, his gaze returned to meet hers.
"You're aware this place is important to you. If I make the slightest mistake while shifting further, you… could be in…." He paused, and no one needed to explain what he meant.
Lilia's chest rose and fell with her breath.
The main reason she had done that—exposed that part of herself—was because she thought, since it was his favorite, as he had once said in the car. She was worried. She knew how it felt to be hungry for something.
