I saw the muscles in those arms flex out of the corner of my eye, and slowly, I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, expecting to see him about to fly into a rage. It was what I was used to. And while I was used to cold moonlight flashing back at me, I saw the flames lighting up his grey eyes this time, and I saw a glint of something else, too. It was then that I noticed our waists were still flush against each other. 