Jan's POV
“I love you…” I whispered over and over again, pressing myself even closer to the body of my beloved, who slept so sweetly on my shoulder. “How I love you! But you'll soon get bored with my mutilation. You're too alive and strong to be with a weakling.”
I ran my fingers through my date's dark hair, just going crazy with her closeness and the pinching tenderness that now filled me from the inside out.
I brushed my fingers across her cheekbones, tracing the outline of the tantalizing lips that had recently responded so shamelessly and
