*Scarlett*
I very much wish we had finished our dance, the orchestra had finished playing, and the ball had finished completely. The last thing I want is to bring that kiss to an end because I'm not certain what waits on the other side of it. Based on the manner in which his gaze captures and holds mine, the way the blue of his eyes darkens, and the intensity with which he studies me, I suspect the kiss is merely a prelude to something far more enjoyable... and wicked. More alluring than the green fairy, more prone to leaving devastation and quite possibly regret in its wake.
Something illicit. Something a proper she-wolf avoids. Something that tests the boundaries of propriety.
Because in his study of me, I also read a challenge and a vow. Dare to follow me and I will take you on a jou
