"The shortness of his breath is brought from the quick tapping of his feet and not by the gentle tendrils of her hair that escaped from the lively dance, brushing against the curve of her neck and begging for a lover's touch. And his heart beats as frantically as the pace set by her own-able to feel it drum against hi...
Veronica buried her head between her knees, trying to draw breaths steadily through her nose, and her body shook for a second as he confessed to her, her head rising and whipping towards him with an anger he'd yet to witness. "I'm not Margot, Will. You can't soothe me with pretty words and promises of love. I want you...
"Why do you keep the diaries of the people you've killed?" She asked him, the innocence in her eyes enticed him. He would show her all of the bad in the world, this was only his first step. "I feel like I should at least take the time to get to know them," He replied, his calloused fingers flipping through the pages...