Dense [h.s.]

"Jealous?" A raspy voice breathed, lips inches from my neck. I could feel my body already start to react, clenching my jaw- and my legs - I slowly turned on my heel.

The first thing I noticed were how much darker his eyes were. While on stage they glinted with excitement, off stage they darkened with arousal. He'd ditched the suit jacket, leaving him with just a thin linen shirt. Time and use had stretched it out, and it hung too loose for his form, revealing a heavily inked chest that was moving up and down with every waiting breath that he took.

"Incredibly," I murmured, snaking my arms around his waist and pulling his body flush with mine.

Laila and Harry play a classic game of cat and mouse. One chases, the other runs. Between their
dark attraction for one another and his career taking off, the intensity of their relationship spirals out of control. Laila gives Harry the inspiration he needs to write an entire album, but at what cost?