Eleanor was a little afraid.
Under Aaron's ravenous gaze, Miss Cleric's heart began pounding uncontrollably, and wave after wave of blushes washed over her face. She instinctively wanted to retreat, but after taking two small steps back on her lovely, white-stockinged feet beneath her long skirt, she abruptly stopped.
Remembering Lady Silverstar's guidance over the past few days, the revelations she had received from the goddess Selûne in her dreams, and the intoxicating love she shared with Aaron, Eleanor felt that she should not retreat.
Happiness was something you had to fight for!
It had taken so long to meet a man like Aaron. Miss Cleric knew how many people envied her, and how many gossiped about her behind her back.
Hmph! Let them be jealous.
At that thought, Eleanor bravely stepped forward again. Forcing herself to look Aaron straight in the eyes, she waved her little fist, imperiously warning him not to try anything naughty!
Try anything naughty, and I'll pound you!
Even without the Hand of the Moon, I can still pound you!
Eleanor's attempt to look fierce made Aaron laugh. The Child of Chaos simply moved closer, pulled her into his arms, and held her shapely figure against him. With a wicked grin, he said, "My dear Eleanor?"
"Hmm?" Miss Cleric remained haughty. Nestling contentedly against Aaron's chest, she gave a casual little hum to show that she could still resist, then wrapped her arms around his waist.
Being held by Aaron was the best feeling in the world. Eleanor loved it.
But his habit of constantly teasing her was terrible! Eleanor hated that!
Whether I let you keep holding me depends on what you say next!
Miss Cleric adorably pinched Aaron's face, making it clear that she was still his nemesis.
Aaron immediately raised his hands