TO ALL MY READERS OUT THERE: I'm very sorry, but I have to discontinue the story, honestly, a lot of things have been going on in my life and having to write a story after that is making me feel stressed out. Especially since I've been experiencing writers block for sometime now. I'm looking onto starting a new story...
His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. Before I can process the situation, he leans in, pressing against me. N...