Melanie.
Malachi's gazing at me, like he wants to eat me. His eyes undress me, caress me. His smile, teasing; baiting me.
I want his lips on me. He doesn't touch me, but I feel the scorch from his dark gaze.
His fingers idly circling the rim of the glass. I flush, wanting them on me.
God, the drink! It's making me delusional. Malachi can't crave me.
I think he just shifted. He's close to me, his fingers tug my chin, until am staring into his eyes.
"Tell me, were you jealous?" He whispers.
Five words, so intimate. Mesmerizing. Doing wicked things to me.
He leans in, his eyes, penetrating me. I hitch my breath, drinking him in. The sizzling tension, stirring in the room, destroying any form of sanity in me.
This is a man, I recently found out is capable of murder. Accused my dad falsely. Yet, I sit here, craving him, like my next existence.
One kiss, Malachi. I just need one kiss and I'd be fine tonight.
