Zach’s Pov
She drags her finger across her exposed neck, firing a certain spark within the Cupid. It was a feeling he’s never felt before. He was drawn to her. Indeed he was. When she smiled, something about the he way her lips pull back to create that masterpiece makes his fingers tingle. And not in a bad way.
He wanted to see more of those.
He had to see more.
But alas, thoughts like these should never surface in the open. They were too dangerous.
The silver chain that sat elegantly around her neck, he wants to know what it feels like to have his own hand wrapped around her.
Would her skin be soft as they appeared to be? Zach takes in a deep breath. He was getting out of hand. His thoughts were getting out of hand. But how does one stop from coming across such thoughts?
Daylight
