—Don’t you want to sing just for me anymore? — he grins. His dark gaze insolently slides over my body. I lick my lips, which attracts the attention of black eyes to my mouth. “I’m not for you... Oh... Well, I mean, I didn’t know you were here.” Otherwise... “Otherwise I wouldn’t,” he nods understandingly. — And how do you plan to cope? — With wh-what? — With fear. “He suddenly leans forward and catches my hand. “Even now you’re shaking all over.” But we’re just talking. I imagine that strong fingers are stroking my wrist. “So timid.” Let's see how long you can try to hide your fear instead of doing something...