Michael.
And just like that she fled into the night.
Those stormy grey eyes pierced into mine one last time before she vanished into the storm, not caring if she got soaked by the rain or if her hair or clothes were ruined, I guess her hate for me outweighed any concern for herself.
She had made that clear when she stepped out of the umbrella telling me to get away from her and I would.
But damn, it was so hard.
It was like metal staying away from a magnet. The mere sight of her pulled me in, making me want to devour her most sweetly and dangerously.
But she pulled back, as always. Still, I was one step closer this time, and I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers again.
I made my intention known the moment I grabbed her wrist.
I wouldn't let her walk away,
