Ersa:
Our bond had weakened until it had become a dull chill in the room, you knew it was there, but you were afraid to look it in the eyes. I felt cold and empty inside every time Ezra looked at me with his yearning eyes. His touch felt like hot coals against my chilled porcelain skin, I could almost shatter like a fragile doll from under his touch and yet I still held together somehow.
I wanted to recoil and rejoice all at once when the tip of his fingers grazed my skin when his lips just barely brushed against my neck in a swift motion so I wouldn’t push him away like I had done every waking minute that I had been awake. I had almost missed the intense spark that accompanied his touch, a sensation so raw and primal it made the very pits of my stomach ignite with a great need for the m
