the sweetly scented killer
"The sweetly scented killer," Seth repeats, settling his hands in his pockets. His blue eyes survey the flower, then his head slowly cocks to the side. "Sounds a bit like you."
I look up at him with curiosity. "What do you mean?" I tilt my head.
"Well," he turns to me. "You're an angel. You walk like an angel, you talk like an angel..." His fingertips find their way to my waist, and they pull me closer. "You have the beauty of an angel." I smile at him, tracing the veins in his arms with my fingers when he lowers so that his lips graze my neck. He gives me a gentle kiss. He lines my neck with smaller kisses and keeps traveling up until his lips meet mine. I pull him close and plead with my eyes for him to kiss me. The eye contact maintains, and his sharp eyes don't break their hold on mine. "But your heart belongs to a demon."
cover painting by Daniel Gerhartz
