Prologue
I have seen what is going. I've seen and I could not handle anything that in my eyes gradually grown terror.
- Magnus ... - I started softly, feeling his hand on my cheek. He pushed my hair from my forehead a lazy gesture, staring at me with blackened eyes. - I really do not think that's a good idea - I say quietly, but loud enough that it drew attention. It stops an inch from my face, so close that their foreheads almost encounter, and I feel as if someone squeezed the air from my lungs.
- Why? - He asks, moving his hand from my cheek, neck and attracts so that now the distance between us, practically does not exist. I can not take your eyes off his lips quivering with each breath, which shall, at the same time chase in thought worthy of preservation as a teenager, filled with hormones.
- Because it will not do all that much easier - I refer to his earlier words, hoping to come to his senses and roll away before I throw him to the throat and... No. Just no.
He looks at me for a moment, then smiles slightly, as if he knew what I think at the moment and would not have anything against it.
- Let that I will rate it - he says, but the only thing I can do is stare pointlessly as his lips move with each word. When his long fingers weave in my hair, I give up. I press my lips to his mouth, knowing that there is no turning back.
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Rosellee