His fingers squeeze round mine, pulling me out of my confused ideas and urging me to give attention to him. “Inform me.”

Taking a deep breath, I look away, unable to satisfy his eyes as I admit, “I noticed the purple stain in your shirt and thought you have been with one other woman…”

“One other woman?” he repeats, baffled.

After I nonetheless refuse to take a look at him, he cups my cheek and turns my face to him. “What different woman? There are not any others.”

Our eyes conflict and my lungs freeze, refusing to absorb air as he says, “They don’t exist. I see you and solely you.”

Squeezing my fingers once more, he leans ahead and brushes his lips in opposition to mine.

It’s the softest of touches, an affirmation of his promise, his devotion, however it seems like a spark ignites the place we meet.

A surge of one thing near electrical energy sizzles via me, and he jerks again, his eyes vast as if he felt the identical factor.

We stare at one another in shock.

I knew kissing him could be superb, however I by no means anticipated it to really feel like this…

Is it imagined to really feel this good?

I lick my lips subconsciously, attempting to recreate the feeling, and his lids decrease, hooding his eyes.

The best way he’s me now fills me with a combination of concern and giddiness.

I would like him to kiss me once more however I’m afraid of it. I’m frightened of how good it felt and shedding myself in him…

As if he can learn my ideas, his expression all of a sudden softens with tenderness.

He grabs me, inflicting my coronary heart to leap into my throat, and pulls me shut.

Crushing me in opposition to his chest.

His arms wrap round me in an embrace that’s so tight it’s practically suffocating.

My cheek urgent in opposition to his pec, I can hear his coronary heart thundering.

And my thoughts races.

All the things goes to alter now… I can really feel it in my bones.

For good or unwell.

How can I ever take a look at him once more and never bear in mind the spark he ignited? How can I not surprise the place it ought to result in?

Does one thing even higher come subsequent?

Palm urgent into my backbone, he holds me like I’m the one factor on this earth conserving him grounded.

His personal ideas little doubt getting in one other path.

The scent of him washes over me. He smells like crisp rain with a pointy trace of one thing acidic.

One thing I’ve solely smelled on my father and the opposite males.

Gunpowder.

He’s made his bones with the household, as they prefer to say, and there’s no going again.

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