GENEVIEVE
He's a God, after all. And Gods can completely control the elements and leave me gasping for air. He's not touching me, but I'm filled with those little tingles, those needle-sharp pricks, and I can't help it. Just like I can't help the blood that came out of the glass after that cut. It's natural. It's chemical. It's how it should be.
"Do you really think that, Genevieve? That I'm scared?"
- Well, isn't it?
- Do I look scared to you?
I study him then, when I really look at him and the strong lines of his face and how lethally handsome he is, because he takes his image of God seriously. He is always perfectly groomed, beautiful enough to ache in my not-insensitive heart. Because I haven't added that word to the negatives notebook.
Heart .
But yes, he defini
