You Could All Be My Wives...

Aoi stopped breathing.

"Lesson one," Leo said again with his eyes moving slowly over her face as if he had all night to study it. "When a man leans over you like this... you don't hold your breath."

The breath she'd been holding broke out of her in a shaky rush.

"Good," he murmured, and the warmth in his voice made her toes curl inside the hem of her robe. "Lesson two… You look at him… Not at the ceiling… Not at the wall… At him."

Her eyes had drifted to the light fixture. 

She dragged them back to his face with what felt like enormous effort, and found him much closer than she'd expected, close enough that she could see the faint flecks of amber in his brown eyes and feel the warmth of his breath against her lips. 

His hair brushed her cheek. 

The sun-stone swung on its cord and touched the bare skin at the base of her throat, warm as a fingertip, and she flinched at the contact and then went perfectly still.