His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.
A hunter in love with his prey.
I stare into his eyes, I shake my head, sorry for the chance we lost. The chance we maybe never had. But not for saving him. I would do that again, no matter the cost.
What good is safety if you’re dead inside?
After running for my life from hunters, a girl with too much lip gloss doesn’t register on my fear radar.
I’ll find you. I will. We’ll be together again.
I will never see him again. Never know why he let me go. Never learn if he really whispered what I think he did. Beautiful.
Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We’re long overdue.
He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. “I do”, I admit.
Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.
He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The colors of the earth.
I wont let him have you.
You have my word. If you return with me, you won’t be harmed. I’d die first.
I have Will. Here, he’s my way back to the sky.
He steps onto the sidewalk and rocks on the balls of his feet. He looks beautiful standing there, and a familiar ache starts in my chest as I wonder how I can love and fear the sight of someone with the same intensity.