My fingers twitched, dying to reach out and tangle in the strands, every part of me so damn attuned to Fallon’s beauty. It was the kind that only grew the longer you looked at her. The way the curve of her smile turned her mouth into a perfect bow I wanted to tug on with my teeth. How the deep blue of her eyes turned stormy with any heightened emotion—good or bad. And her shape—how she fit perfectly against me any time I dared to wrap an arm around her.
