I'm feeling this one.
His lips are cold and wet against my skin, making a trail from my forehead to across my cheek. He's going to kiss me. I just know it. But I don't want him to. The idea of his lips on mine makes me shiver, and I think he misunderstands because his palms pull me closer, engulfing me in a sweet spicy scent so strong it makes me dizzy.
"Wait..." I try, but it's so hard to fight back after being numb for so long.
"Shush, Isabella," he whispers where my lips curve together. "Let me help you. I will make you feel so good."
"Please…" Stop. But I can't seem to finish anything these days. Not a sentence. Not a memory. Not a nightmare.
"That's right. Just let me. Just let me."
His cold-and-wet are against my dry-and-warm, and I knew I would hate it this much. His breath smells like over-ripened peaches. Too sweet and sickly. Just like his smile. I lay my hands against his shoulders, wanting to push him away, but nothing within me cooperates. It's almost as if I want to punish myself.
"Your lips are the sweetest taste, Isabella."
I shake my head, willing my foot to step back and rejoicing when it listens. He growls, so lightly I almost don't hear it. But I do not miss the warning in his eyes. The tightening of his fingers. The tension in his body. As if everything in him is saying, "Don't defy me. Things could be so much easier if you do what I want."
"Hale?" I don't know the voice, but I do know the eyes. So much green. My calming green. My lovely green. My savior green.
"Patient." This time he doesn't hide the growl. "There better be a good reason for your insubordination."
Those greens stare at me with that certain sort of clarity I saw before, but he talks to Orderly Hale. "Patient Mary is calling for you."
Hands drop from my face as he sidesteps around my body. "For me? You're sure?"
"Yes." And then too-rich-too-perfect-too-bright walks away from me, and it's just me and those green, green eyes. And for a second, his lips move like he's going to say something, bless me with his words of recognition of sanity, but he doesn't. Instead, he sends a smile so loopy I can see why he was sent here.
"Well, see you around, Wendy." And before I can even correct him, he's gone.