Nova Porter is walking toward me like she can’t decide if she wants to dance with me or tear me limb from limb. Storm cloud eyes. Dark blond hair twisted in a low messy bun. A dress that was either made in my dreams or my nightmares. It shimmers as she walks, a soft gray material that looks like it would slip through my fingers like water. Plunging neckline and a skirt that flares out around her ankles. Bare feet. Pink cheeks. Tattoos all along her arms and down her shoulders. She looks like she could eat me alive. I fucking love it.
