"Shhh," he heard her whisper close enough to him to make him start when he realized she was on her knees in front of him. She used the tips of her fingers to brush aside the silky strands of his white fringe from his eyes as she looked at him, rendering him silent as his eyes fluttered shut. "There’s a good boy" she cooed, running her fingertips soothingly over his cheekbones and the long ridge of his jawline just as she imagined he would enjoy. She had been right if the subconscious moan from his lips and the indecipherable tilt into her touch was any indication.