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Behavior is not just observed within the person; it’s observed in the echo of their actions, in the delivery of their violence.
And touching her is like touching the hottest part of the flame, and being unable to escape.
I lean across the table, inhaling a punishing lungful of her arousing scent. “You have no idea what’s within your power, sweetness.”
She was like gravity. The moon goddess herself controlling my tide. Then she became the spider.
“I’ll try my best. But you don’t make it easy, either. With your pouty sprite mouth and infuriatingly intoxicating scent. You’re fucking mayhem on the senses.”
The dark circles beneath her eyes look like bruises, and the sight tugs at some foreign feeling inside. My desire to help her grasp more than just this concept grips me fiercely.
“You lie so pretty,” he says with a crooked grin.
“You sound like a pixie when you laugh. It’s fucking adorable.”
“And where were you all day?” I ask, avoiding his remark. “Waiting for my muse to return,” he says without missing a beat.
As his hands wander my body, exploring me like I’m some precious artifact,
I’m okay with being her sickness. I can even be her antidote.
“You really do lie so pretty, sweetness.”
Her hazel eyes track over me as she becomes fully conscious. “How did you unchain the door?” The tension ebbs from my constricted chest on a forced exhale. “A slab of wood won’t keep me from you. What were you dreaming about?”
“There has never been any act between us, little Halen. That is real. Everything between us…nothing has ever been more real.”
Worshipful, I trace my finger across her cheek. “But then there was you—and you sparked a ravenous desire, one I will drop to my fucking knees and grovel for.”
For all the love and happiness and connections we cleave to in life, such rare, blissful moments can only be experienced because of the suffering we bear.
But it wasn’t my death that frightened me; it was the loss of those I have loved most in this world that tore me into an endless, yawning abyss.
He is the grim reaper bathed in beauty and illusion.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. A goddess to worship.”
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he whispers over my mouth.
I swallow the forming ache. “You are the bad thing.” A crooked smile hitches the seam of his mouth. “And you are the loveliest bad thing.” He drops a tender kiss to the corner of my mouth.
But nothing in this universe is more connected than you are to me, Halen.”
