Elena's POV:

But nothing happened, he just gazed at me for a while. After the lust had faded from his face, he looked pretty much the same as usual, still with that cold look. He would look so distant that a little regret grew in me.

He let go of my hand, let me stand up, and sat himself on the edge of the table, fixing the buttons of his shirt that had come loose.

His fingertips were beautiful, and he deftly buttoned his shirt so that the titillating desire that was leaking out was hidden under a tight cover.

I have a little regret, I should not have said...