[Apple]
My hands are shaking. It is not like me to be bold, and just the excitement of saying out loud what I am thinking and feeling is too much to feel all at once. I'm stuck between flight and freeze, wanting to flee this prison of my desires.
I want him to touch me. To taste me. I want to feel his mouth and hands on every inch of me.
But as he stalks forward, his eyes glowing faintly, I wonder what I've done letting this wolf into my world. The passion I feel for him overtakes every logical thought and feeling that I have, making it impossible for me to focus. As his wood smoke and green tea scent grows stronger with each step, I feel it seep deep within me, becoming a part of who I am.
I can't imagine my world without him anymore.
And that scares me more than anything. In so sh
