Alexandra
His lips brush mine very lightly and I want to lean into the touch. I want to feel his lips on mine, to ask him to take me, to surrender myself to him and not think of all the reasons why I should never let him close to me.
He is a murderer. Cold-blooded and scheming. He never does anything without calculating the benefits for him first. He is scheming and stone-hearted.
And yet, I want him to kiss me, I feel the need like a physical thing.
I don’t know why I am thinking that - it’s against all reason and it’s coming from a place I can’t recognize. I have never felt this way before and the proximity with him is intoxicating.
Then… His breath is gone from my face and I feel the movement of Nathanile’s hand as he lifts it very lightly and traces his fingertips over my lips.
