Preface

Lucas' POV

I wondered through the woods, walking aimlessly as the rain cried on my skin, my bare feet drenched within the wet grass. It felt soothing, like a refreshing shower of cold tears. I united with the cold, my icy skin blending with it naturally.

I stopped, closing my eyes and imagining the tear drops to be hers. I wanted her near me.

I wanted her on me. God knows how many inappropriate thoughts have traveled through my mind each time I went to watch her. I longed for her slight, soft touch on my bare chest.

My feet started moving again, speeding up to a run. I had to see her; I had to have her close.

Within seconds I was at her house, climbing up the cement wall and stopping at her window. She was there, in her room, drying her curls after a shower. They fell neatly on her shoulders, coal black strands of silk.

She turned to her bed, hitting me with forcefully with all her perfection. My hands curled into fists, yearning to hold that small figure close and tight, feel that hot, translucent skin against mine. Her scent stroked me with all its power, filling up my nostrils, burning my throat. I inhaled anyway, as I was enjoying this burn more than anything in the world. It was such an absurd, the way she affected me, completely oblivious. She was sweeter than the sweetest honeycomb ever to exist. It was making my lips open, scream to devour that fragile skin in so many ways.

She sat, taking the guitar that laid against the wall to her. Her fingers began to strum quietly, creating a soft, nice melody. I wished I was a string in that guitar. Her lovely voice was taken out of her lips so lovely, a symphony to my ears.

Oh, how I wanted to enter though this window, to sit next to her and just… listen.

But I had just one more day to wait, one more night to pass before she would belong to me eternally. Everything was already set for tomorrow, as I had covered all that was needed for our acquaintance.

She ended her song, smiling slightly, making me smile as well. She put her guitar back and laid the blanket oh her, laying her head on the pillow. Her legs curled up, looking like a precious cocoon. I waited a few more minutes for her to fall asleep completely, watching as her body moved up and down monotonously. I opened the window slowly and quietly, not to wake her up.

I got in the room, feeling the scent much stronger, fully enjoying it. I bent down near her head, watching at her porcelain face. I planted a soft kiss on her forehead, smiling.

"Sleep well, my love." I whispered inaudibly. "For tomorrow would be a long, blissful day."