NOLA
I can't stop staring at our reflection, the way Rhett’s eyes seem to catch every stray beam of moonlight and hold it, glowing with a fierce, metallic amber that makes my stomach do a slow, dizzying roll, he notices me looking and he blinks, the glow fading just enough for him to look human again, but the chill on my skin doesn't go away, it’s like I’ve just glimpsed something I wasn't meant to see, a part of him that belongs to the dark woods and the silent shadows.
"Nola, come back to me," he murmurs, his hand sliding from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gently forces me to look away from the glass and back at him, "You're overthinking it, the light out here is playing tricks, and you're exhausted from everything that happened today."
"Light do
