You said you’ve already accepted death,” I said quietly, sliding my fingers into his dark hair and angling his face up toward my mouth. “So what are you afraid of?” His gaze burned into mine, so much that I swore he was using lightning against me. Tiny sparks danced over my skin as he ran his hands up my abs, around my ribs, and up my back. “You.” A slow smile spread over my lips as he pulled me closer. “Good.” “Why do you say that?” “Because you terrify me.”
