Emerald had two thoughts in her head, but she was certain of one thing — this man was sure that she would feel this way.

He made her body react in ways that were all for him, so exaggerated that even a glance or a touch would leave her distracted.

"I... can you do something else?" Emerald hesitated, unsure of how to call herself.

She wanted to have a unique nickname for him, something sweet like Baby, Ember, or Little Moon.

"What?" he asked, surprised.

Emerald leaned closer to his ear, her voice soft, tinged with shyness. "Aric, do you like it?"

Their eyes locked, full of affection.

"I like...