He steps closer, enough that I have to look up. He’s beautiful in the moonlight, its glow glinting off his cheekbones and his strong jaw. His dark hair is a little wild and those eyes that constantly unnerve me feel like they can see right into my very soul. The rush of my blood intensifies as that strange feeling under my skin pulls towards him again. It’s driving me insane. His mouth presses together as if he’s also waging some internal battle. Does he feel this too?
