His voice was rough around the edges, low and gentle.
And she was staring at his face, for Merlin's sake.
His voice was surprisingly gentle, his strong accent merely a melody for his words. She blushed furiously, her eyes actually closing for a moment as she breathed in the scent of him, attempting to gather her thoughts
He smiled hesitantly at her, his bottom lip curving slightly upwards.
Viktor, his hand still on her shoulder, rocked back to look at her at arm's length, a bemused smile on his lips. He looked suddenly so adorable that she grinned up at him.
Viktor nodded, his eyebrows waggling suggestively. She giggled, and then threw a hand over her mouth, horrified that such a sound had escaped from her. His hand lifted from her shoulder to ease her hand away from her mouth."Do not hide laugh, please. Too rare to keep hidden."
"Am I so distracting to you?""No!" But she was smiling as she said it. " I don't mind you—it's your fan club!
And then, with a long last look at her that made her flush to her toes, he slipped into the water
She had popped into his mind instantly, as had a vision of them gliding across an empty dance floor as she stared happily up at him with those sparkling brown eyes . . .
She looked up abruptly and her eyes fell on him. He felt himself blushing.
An awkward silence surfaced.
She looked as though she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.
"Yes," she said, softly.He felt an elated sort of joy soar through him, and managed to think, amidst almost overpowering happiness, that it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard before.