•DIORA•
I have never wanted to be in someone's embrace this bad. I was stiffing him at first, but then, when I eased into his touch, I didn't want to let him go. Aside from the fact that he was the most amazing thing I had ever smelled—somewhere alongside a woodsy amber scent with a sprinkle of floral and leather—he was so warm, a stark contrast to his cold and mysterious personality. And then, he felt weirdly safe and familiar. I almost didn't want to let him go anymore.
It wasn't until he matched the brakes that I realized that we had gotten to my place. A twinge of sadness settled in me and he could discern my reluctance in letting him go.
"You have to let me go, doll face," he sounded amused.
"I know," I sighed and reluctantly peeled my hands off his body, hopping off the bike. I t
