He feels like he's starving. In the comparments of his heart he is craving her attention, wanting her, needing her.
He's hungry and he knows he can devour her.
She's packing up for the night, he's about to leave. The need for he is deep in his bones; he will never be able to shake this woman.
"Camille." He spits out, his voice husky. The moonlight is dancing on her skin, her soft delicate skin and he wants nothing more than to touch her.
"Yes, Klaus." He is taking steps closer to her, and her breath catches her throat. It's the moon, she thinks, that is causing her blood to boil and her skin to shiver.
His fingers reach out to touch her skin, touching her ever so lightly.
"Stay." He whispers, hand wrapping around her arm in a gently capture.
Cami wants to argue, wants to tell him he had his chance, that he keeps playing with her feelings and then bailing. Everything she wants to say, dies down in her throat and she just stares at him. He raises her arm to his lips and lightly traces her arms. She sighs.
This isn't the type of relationship she should be having with him.
But right now, all she wants is his lips on hers and their bodies intertwined and even she is desperate.
She reaches out to touch his cheek, caress it, and his eyes are on hers, driving holes. She loves him. Loves him.
He captures her lips and she forgets that she ever had doubts in the first place.
She blamed the moon.