Agnes
The rain came down in one big sheet, soaking us to the bone in mere seconds. Elijah’s hand locked with mine, and we bolted beneath the nearest dock, laughing.
As we sought shelter beneath the dock, I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering slightly. I could feel my n*****s, hard and pebbled from the cold, poking through the thin silk already. Elijah turned to me, and the way his gaze landed immediately on those two peaks, pushed together by my arms, wasn’t lost on me.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I managed, my throat suddenly tight from the way he was looking at me.
He didn’t answer right away. Rather, his dark eyes roamed over me, lingering on my breasts, then drifting lower where the fabric hugged my hips.
The heat in his gaze was a stark contrast to the damp
