Chris is an artist. A poet. Photographer. Book worm. Might be labeled as a wallflower who people pay no mind.
She grew up sheltered in the unpleasant graces of her aunt's abode after the death of her family years ago, but due to evolved capabilities...
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"Tell me wha' you feel from me, love.." Such a simple question rolls off his tongue in a gentle undertone that whispers into the late-night breeze as his onyx eyes tries to find hers, but she kept her head low, allows her curls to conceal her face from his stare that no doubts reflects anticipation for an answer. With her hand held gently in his much larger one, a steady river of emotional energy flows through her skin by the contact he initiated, raw on its course to penetrate where her heart pounds a quivering beat, and while indecision causes her throat to ache, inability to speak, Cristi tries to mull over another word that does not have a connection to romantic beliefs his sensibilities obviously portrayed by touch alone.
However, patience for a response falls short on Lucas as his voice breaks the silence once more, scoots closer to her on the bench till their thighs touch. "What I feel issa woman tryin to hold herself back from the love she's gain..." The murmur he breathes reached her ears as he lifts a free hand to push her hair back – she shivers, blinks at the sensation of the strands tickling her right cheek. And the wolf in disguise gazes on in wonder as though he had discovered what lingers within the shadows of the moon, admires this special woman whom struggled to acknowledge feelings that grew for him. "...from allowing me a chance to love you."
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