by LAURA BURKS
For a moment, I stood my ground, trying to keep myself focused. My hand trembled as I reached toward him. His touch was gentle and all I could think of was his hand in mine. The smell of leather on his skin started to play with my emotions as the look in his eyes burned into me. Snap out of it! I shouted in my head. I had to put my priorities in order.
Days ago he warned me to stay indoors. That was the night of the robbery. He was a criminal, he was cursed, and he could not die. What in the world was I thinking falling for him? Wasn’t I just determined to wait for him to give me a reason? But the longer I looked into his eyes, reason was beginning to lose. His dangerous edge, fringed with a gentle side, was like an addictive poison running through my veins. I was caving in.