He tilts his head, and the black seeps back into his eyes — a darkness I now recognize as emotion..
✧
My breath catches.
Before I can think, I lean in, closing the last inch between us.
✧
My lips brush his — soft, brief — before his fingers tangle in my hair, tightening, holding me still.
The movement sends a shock through me, every nerve awake.
✧
“Even though I’m dying to taste you again, Hazel,” he growls, voice rough and low, each word vibrating against my skin, “I can’t control myself.”
✧
A tremor runs through me.
His breath grazes my neck before the tip of his nose traces slow circles over my skin, deliberate, unhurried.
✧
The air thickens.
My pulse stumbles, fast and uneven, as if my body has stopped listening to reason.
✧
He laughs softly, the sound deep and quiet, b
