Seraphina Farris
I tossed and turned in my sheets, staring into the darkness of my room. A few streaks of moonlight crept through the curtains, giving light to a few objects in my room. One in particular was the book given to me by Malachai. Just the sight of the book brought my mind back to the library. My body ached for his touch, the taste of his lips was a burning inquiry that I was dying to know. I wondered about his skin. What would he feel like? What effect would it bring me?
“No!” I gasped, springing up on the mattress. Malachai, Kai, Mr. Lennox, or whatever the hell he goes by, has completely plagued my mind, and I was completely overwhelmed and disgusted with myself. I scurried off the bed and across my room. The book that sat comfortably on the desk ended up in the trash bin
