She grimaced as Gryffon swept open the door in a melodramatic flourish. The warmth that seeped into her skin was soft and comforting; nothing like the piercing shriek of light assaulting her unadjusted eyes.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon. You’ve been hibernating in that mouldy cave for way too long.”
“Ugh.” She groaned as she groped blindly for a seat. Her hand brushed against something solid, something warm and swathed in a soft, billowy material.
“Woah, slow down there, we’ve only just met.” She could hear the smirk in his honey baritone and felt as her cheeks heated and her ears reddened. She quickly snatched her hands from his chest.
“Ugh,” she moaned again before dropping to the damp, leafy ground and squeezing her pounding head between her legs. Despite the bird thrashing around in her head she felt a slight churning in her stomach as his masculine warmth enveloped her from where he now sat, his arm brushing against hers.
She tentatively opened her eyes but hastily squeezed her eyes closed against the searing light.
“Do it slowly, little by little, it will give your eyes time to adjust.” A hum of pleasure trembled down her spine as his large, warm hand rubbed small circles on her tense back.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled before moving away.
Covering her eyes with her hands she slowly blinked a few times allowing them to adjust to the hazy light. Cautiously she dropped her hand and warily opened her eyes. Red spots danced around blurred images that were gradually refocussing. She blinked a few times and wiped the moisture from under her eye.
“All good?” Gryffon asked. She turned to him then and was finally able to properly appreciate his sun-tanned skin that was taught over high cheekbones, dappled with freckles. Light brown hair, streaked from hours in the sun, swept across his forehead and teased the tips of his long lashes that framed bright forest-green eyes.