Reaching the foot of the bed, Jordan carefully crawled on the mattress with Emerald still latching onto him, their lips still interwoven. He set her down on the cloud of grey comforters, propping his strong arms on either side of her body to keep him from crushing her with his weight. Leaving her mouth once again, Jordan made a beeline for her earlobe, nibbling on it as he whispered, blowing soft breath–like words into her ears. He slowly moved away, trailing those open-mouthed kisses of his down her jawline before stopping at the juncture where her shoulder met her neck.  He blew a breath on the spot, noticing how Emerald shivered slightly when his nose rubbed across the spot to and fro before allowing his mouth to take the place of his nose. He bit down gently on the spot, feeling Emerald's pulse racing and her frame trembling as she panted, before he soothed the ache with a gentle swipe of his tongue. After

Light and playful questions were tossed about between the couple until Jordan was sure that she had eased up enough and was now more open to answering his grave questions, moreso, Emerald seemed to have sensed Jordan's concern and inner turmoil because by herself, she chose to steer their discussion towards that direction. “How did you get your scar?” she whispered, stroking his jaw while tracing said scar that ran across his skin.  “From my father,” he paused, catching her gaze. “He wanted to stab my mother with a pocket knife one day, but I got in the way and got beat up just like every other day.” Emerald's eyes widened as she watched different conflicting emotions play out in his eyes. “There were much more lining my arms, my torso, my back; they are still very much in existence, only just hidden beneath the expanse of ink,” he smiled but it was nothing like his us

All of Jordan's movements came to a sudden halt, his thumb freezing its glide along Emerald's lips and his little smirk falling right off his face when her question registered in his senses. Emerald, once again, bit down harshly on her lower lip, fearing that she might have overstepped her boundaries by asking such a question, so she scrambled to fix her mistake. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I was just—” “No, Gem.” Jordan shook his head, stopping her. “Don't apologise. You have every right to know.” “But—” “Shush, baby,” he cut her off again, silencing her with a peck on the lips. “You have every right to know, Gem,” he reiterated, “besides, you already told me all about you, including your past and everything else. It's only fair if I do the same.” Shuffling gently, the pair, a

Hello everyone!I'm so sorry I went MIA for a while. College has been s**t (pardon my language) and it hasn't been easy at all, even with the one week Christmas and New Year break. Now I gotta prepare for tests and exams, ugh! Wish me luck.Now for a completely unrelated news, we all know that Behind Their Veneers is coming to an end; we have just two chapters left then the epilogue and I'm already so sad to let our favorite couple — Emerald and Jordan — go. (I just discovered that these two do not have a ship name, geez!)So, as I was saying, BTV is practically ending and I have a new book ready for you guys, some of you may have already been aware. It's titled Underneath The Mistletoe and it's a Christmas special novella actually, but because I was unable to have it published in time for the Yuletide and New Year celebrations and I have no wish to toss it aside, I have decided to publish it either way because as it is, I have started to grow attach

The shrill sound of cars honking on both sides of the teal colored SUV irritated Emerald to no end. She stared out of the tinted windows, eyes glued to the slowly moving traffic they were currently stuck in, but her mind far away from her consciousness. When the recollection of where they were currently headed struck across her mind again, not that she ever forgot, Emerald dug her nails into her left thigh, trying to use the sting from the self infliction to distract herself from the jitters she felt.  Her breathing increased, almost coming out in pants as her heart rate spiked. Her chest constricted and she could feel the familiar violent waves of a panic attack drowning her. Shutting her eyes, she tried to control her breathing, but found it near impossible as hot tears began to race down her cheeks. Suddenly, she felt a strong pair of arms lift her off the leather seat of the car and into their lap, familiar warm