Anna Zaires

gets up and walks toward me, still holding me with his gaze. He walks leisurely. Calmly. He’s completely sure of himself. And

I remember that possessive touch, and I know he’s not done with me.
He wants me.

“Because I didn’t like seeing you with him,”

ecause he touched you, laid his hands on you.”

His jeans are next. I can hear the sound of his zipper being lowered, and it galvanizes me into action.

I start struggling, and he laughs softly. I can feel the puffs of air from his breath on my sensitive flesh.

floating in a hazy, sensual fog

feel woozy from the drug

Julian.

He stands in the doorway like a dark angel. His hair curls a little around his face, softening the hard perfection of his features. His eyes are trained on my face, and his lips are curved in a slight smile.

I know what he wants. It’s what I want, too.

I look up at him and smile. He smiles back, puts his hands on my shoulders, and leans down to kiss me.

His lips feel soft, and his breath smells like the minty gum he was chewing earlier. His kiss is gentle and pleasant, everything I hoped it would be.