Shane's, matted black hair fell around his face like a lion’s mane. The perfect angles of his face were specked in dirt, and his ivory skin was caked in bits of mud, blood and sweat. I didn't care though; he was still magnificent. The ripples of his chest shone in the early morning sun. His lanky figure appeared to be bigger in size, and his electrifying blue eyes held a current of determination that sent sparks throughout my body. A soft chuckle escaped from my lips, I’d done it, by some miracle Derek hadn’t won just yet.
Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave, Shane wasn’t dead; I hadn’t killed him. There was still hope, there was still a chance to end this once and for all.
By his side, Shane clenched two perfectly sculpted fists. His V - line was mouth-watering, and I just want
