I lift my hand and capture the loose strand of hair, wrapping it around my finger. Her gaze is locked on mine, pupils taking over the green. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with her breaths the closer I move toward her, but she doesn’t back away, feet firmly planted on the floor, chin held high, showing just how little she fears me. Fuck, she’s perfect. I tuck the strand behind her ear. “But not you, Nymph. You’ve got nothing to fear from me.”
Y’all just-
