Kalista prided herself on being a woman who could handle herself under extreme circumstances; she wasn't the kind of person who crumbled under pressure, and she was hardly ever at a loss for words, yet as this man reached out to curl a strand of her currently jet black hair around his finger, she froze. Her fingers curled a little tighter around her goblet as he leaned in closer, feeling a chill run down her spine as he felt his breath against her ear. Kalista cleared her throat, feeling her face get a bit hot as she thought about his question. When she answered, her voice was low and a bit breathy.
"...more trouble than you know."
And she wasn't exaggerating. She was a married woman, which meant she should have been pushing him away instead of allowing him to get so close. The problem was that she really wouldn't mind if he got even closer, and that was the real battle she was having with herself. It had been such a long time since a man had given her this much attention. She took another sip of her drink before placing the goblet down on the table.
"I need some air."
She looked over at him after she made her announcement, though she turned from him in order to make her way towards the door, pushing it open so she could stand outside. The autumn air felt cool against her skin, which was exactly what she needed. She moved forward towards the ledge of the balcony. She closed her eyes as she took in a breath, trying to get her bearings.
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