He takes a step forward and stops. He shakes his head looking down at his feet "I can't kiss you, Analia."
Why does he have to say my name like that? The way he says it is so intoxicating. It sends chills throughout my body, every time it spills from out of his mouth.
"Why not, Ryder?" I say lifting his head with my hand and resting it on his cheek. He looks into my eyes with widen eyes, knowing that I have the same affect on him, that he has on me.
"Cause your kiss will be the death of me, Analia."
"At least you'll die happy," I say shrugging, looking up at him.
"Fuck it."
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Analia, meaning kindhearted and compassionate. Analia Rayne was both those things. Even when she was both those things, her life was not as smooth as it seemed. A list of things is what made it not so perfect. A change is what she wanted and a change is what she got, a drastic one. To be an assassin. Many things came along with being an assassin, but it never mentioned him.
Ryder, meaning warrior. Ryder Kingston was a hell of a warrior. He knew being an assassin too well, it is what he's been doing for years now. His past is the biggest why. Opening up was something he struggled with. But, never would he had thought that the girl with turquoise eyes, that once he looked into them he felt safe, with an obsession of baking, and sarcastic remarks would be someone he would confide in so easily.
As much as Ryder didn't know, Analia also didn't know how this guy with no filter, literally, and a smile that she adored, would become her endless addiction.
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*Warning*
Very mature and things that might be triggering are included.