She wasn't tall. Even in the five inch heels, her head only managed to come to right below his nose. She looked up at him, blue green eyes gone hazy. She was caged.

Caged, caught, and falling quickly under his spell. Gentle always, but there he was being quietly in charge. She met his newly violet eyes. Her arms slowly crept up around his neck. She usually didn't note their differences in height, or how delicate her build was compared to the strength of his. But it's being noticed now.

Her pulse was racing, beating a fast tattoo. It wasn't fear.