The way she leans into him when he whispers to her, her head tipped at an encouraging angle, her eyes heavy-lidded enough to afford her a veiled look at him through long dark lashes, is subtle enough at first glance.
Another thing she's confident of is her tendency not to blush. As much as she might like to be, it's been a long time since she's been much of a pampered princess. It's been a long time since she's been sheltered in any way. She's seen enough -- and done enough -- that blushing isn't something that comes easily to her.
But it's a fact that Gren is responsible for the last two times she did blush. One was when she first saw him naked -- she can well remember the hot, disbelieving flush she felt in her face once her eyes had traveled down his body -- and the last time was when she admitted the little kiss she'd planted on his cheek before leaving his room when she had that temporary bout of amnesia wasn't just for his benefit.
(Of course it wasn't just for his benefit. For someone so aware of exactly how pretty he is, she couldn't believe he didn't seem willing to believe she'd just wanted to do it.)
It seems his tune has changed by now.
When he leans back from her -- and she can practically feel his eyes skimming her skin -- a self-satisfied smile creeps onto her face. "I know I'd be a very appreciative audience in that case."
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Another thing she's confident of is her tendency not to blush. As much as she might like to be, it's been a long time since she's been much of a pampered princess. It's been a long time since she's been sheltered in any way. She's seen enough -- and done enough -- that blushing isn't something that comes easily to her.
But it's a fact that Gren is responsible for the last two times she did blush. One was when she first saw him naked -- she can well remember the hot, disbelieving flush she felt in her face once her eyes had traveled down his body -- and the last time was when she admitted the little kiss she'd planted on his cheek before leaving his room when she had that temporary bout of amnesia wasn't just for his benefit.
(Of course it wasn't just for his benefit. For someone so aware of exactly how pretty he is, she couldn't believe he didn't seem willing to believe she'd just wanted to do it.)
It seems his tune has changed by now.
When he leans back from her -- and she can practically feel his eyes skimming her skin -- a self-satisfied smile creeps onto her face. "I know I'd be a very appreciative audience in that case."