A cloud of dark mist curled around my form, shifting through the dimly lit space as I moved effortlessly between the shadows.
Each time she reached for me, I was elsewhere.
Each time she grew close, I disappeared.
Elizabeth’s brow furrowed, her breath shallow as she spun to find me again.
“How are you doing that?”she asked, her voice tinged with awe and disbelief.
I gave her a slow smile.
Then—I vanished again.
She spun around, breath catching, frustration simmering beneath her skin.Her pulse thundered.
When I reappeared, her voice trembled—cracked with weariness.
“Amir… please.Give me back my book.”
Her hands reached for me.
“I beg of you.”
The desperation in her eyes and the unguarded urgency in her voice sent a flicker of satisfaction through me.
Our little game reached its crescendo.
She lunged again—this time, with more force.
Her body pressed against mine, heat searing through the fabric between us, her breath tangled with mine.
The contact was a spark to dry kindling.
A fire ignited in my veins, dark and unrelenting.
Yet—just as quickly as she touched me, I was gone.
The shadows obeyed, slipping me away from her grasp as I reappeared across the room, the book still in hand.
“Amir, please stop!”
Her voice broke, frustration spilling into exhaustion.
“It’s been a long and tiring day.”
The pleading echoed in my ears, laced with something deeper than weariness—a frayed edge to her resolve.
But still, I could not escape the magnetic pull between us.
We collided in a tangle of limbs and unspoken desires, the fight dissolving into something far more dangerous.
Then—we fell.
The world tilted beneath us, and suddenly, she was atop me, her breath shallow, her luscious form pressing down against mine.
A jolt shot through me—raw, electric, darkly intoxicating.
Too close.Too warm.Too much.
