Brianna

“Is there something you need clarity on now?” He rolled over to his side and rested on his elbow. I did the same and faced him so he would know I was listening. “Well, there’s this girl I met who I can’t seem to get out of my head.” His voice was playful, but I got the sense he was being serious. My pulse quickened. I wanted to be that girl. “Why can’t you get her out of your head?” He inched himself closer to me and looked deep into my eyes. His look wasn’t intense or sensual, just appreciative. “She’s spectacular, and even more amazing, she doesn’t know it.” He leaned in slowly and time ceased to exist. I felt his breath first. It was minty and warm. Then his lips touched mine. Soft and careful. It mirrored his treatment of me, reverence, respect, and only lasted a few seconds. The chill in the air was gone, replaced only by a cocoon of tenderness. My eyes opened. He was staring, his face full of care and concern.”
― T.L. Gray, Shattered Rose

“Finally, when I regained some control, I pulled back and looked up at him. He wiped my hair out of my face, and gently removed the drying tears from my cheeks as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were a softer green right then. Not bright and shining, and not dark and scary.”
― Theresa M. Jones, Enchanted Revenge