GENEVIEVE
I can't stop staring at that stubborn jaw of his, the way it tightens into a muscle twitch. Or the way his long legs instantly erode the distance between us, injecting some kind of thrilling potion into my bloodstream with each powerful stride. When he stops beside me, I have to crane my neck to look at him because he's so big. Big, strong, and a god.
And I don't want to miss a second of witnessing it firsthand. That's why religion exists, right? Because a God is so dazzling, he automatically gains followers, prayers, and sacrifices. Lots of sacrifices.
- Get up.
I want to close my eyes and memorize that voice, its deep tone, its soft hum. All of it. But something stops me, the steady ticking in his jaw. He's angry about something. Or maybe it's a few things . Plura
