Were there sparks between us?
Fire between us?
I only remember light.
Trembling, I bit into the sheet and felt his hands glide over my body with promise. Each of his touches ignited liquid fire in me, which hungrily ate through every single cell of my body until I was completely on fire. A trail of wet kisses over the curve of my ribs before prancing fingers slid lower to play extensively with my body.
Vincent was like a rush, sensual, dark and addictive. He had broken through my defences effortlessly and was excellent at distracting me from my guilty conscience towards Shawn.
If he had been a musician, I would have been his instrument and only he knew how to elicit the sweetest sounds from me. I gasped in joyful excitement as my trembling fingers sought a hold in his full hair.
Another gasp escaped my lips before his beautiful face turned towards me and he paused for a moment. Immediately my hungry body protested, but his gaze made me stay where I was. I held my breath.
“You are mine,” the murmur of his voice has haunted my dreams ever since.
“Only today,” was my answer, as always, before our lips found each other and we kissed passionately. Just this one summer, I promised myself, then everything would be as before.
But it was a lie.