Jasmine

Did you ever wish for a mate?. She heared her voice question, as she was busy taking in the shadows that framed his face.

-Never. He answered, his eyes never wavering from hers .

At that , her lips curved up into a smile as she relaxed her posture, her body leaning back into the chair.

-That's good. The smoothness of her voice whispered, chasing away his demons.

She closed her eyes, trying to catch up some sleep before the storm had to sweep her off her feet.

As her mind was on the brink of slumber, she could swear that she felt a trail of sparks tease her cheek.

-Not until I met you.

She heard but she chose to keep her eyes shut, fearing it to be a figment of her imagination.
It couldn't be more .