The brilliance dimmed just enough for Kassandra to see her. Eyes that held entire galaxies within them. Veins of molten gold churned beneath dark skin, gleaming like rivers of liquid sunlight. She was beautiful in a way that transcended mortal understanding—ancient, eternal, and impossibly vast.
“Dude. What the frack are you on about?”
“You-”
Around the corner, the arguing couple’s yelling grew louder.
He frowned, “I need to go, you were an unexpected distraction.”
“You came up to me, pal.”
“Yes, a moth to a flame.”
Nothing could prepare me for being carried away, with gentleness and need intertwined so deeply, they felt like a cocktail made to make me explode.
To say he worshipped me was an understatement.
He moved toward her again, making her breath catch as her blue eyes met his grey ones. He reached up to cup her cheek, “You are the kind of woman who makes men walk willingly into the flames.”
Was that a compliment or some kind of dig?
“I’ve never been one to court the flames, Birdie.”
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She was about to get snarky over his endless fire lines, except he was suddenly just gone. Poof. Gone. Moving far too quickly for her eyes to ever begin tracking.
“Fracking vampire!” She yelled out into the night.
Happy-fracking-now-she-needed-a-vibrater-new-year to her.
“Don’t mess with my clothes!” She snipped at him, flustered in so many ways!
His brow cocked, “I believe I did quite a bit of ‘messing’ with them.”
“You know what I mean. It’s freaky.”
He smirked, but at least refrained from making a comment related to ‘getting freaky’, which she’d expected.
