It made her wonder if Valarian needed an invitation in order to enter a person’s house or if that was another bit of myth. “I don’t really need anything,” she admitted. “But I kind of hoped you’d stop by and ask.” Jacob stood in the center of the carpet, his hands at his sides, large and awkward. With his blocky frame and hewn features, she imagined him as a peasant laborer, twisting his cap in his hands as he dared to talk to the landlord’s daughter. “I just wanted to make sure you’re all right. You left in such a hurry. Valarian can be overbearing.” “Yes, I see that. But it wasn’t the kiss. All of it was just too much to handle all of a sudden. I needed to be alone to think things through.” He took a small step toward the door. “I should leave you to think, then.” “I wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want you here.” The suggestion tripped off her tongue unbidden, the flare of lust burned hotter, and she saw her need reflected in his eyes.
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