Mastering Charlotte
Instead, she holds still, all but frozen in my embrace as I run fingers up her spine, over her back and her arms, and into her hair.
Tilting her head back into my hand, I breathe her in, taste her and give her myself in return…
.... I'm yours, and I have been almost since that first day....
She stands transfixed, like a deer in headlights, her beautiful eyes fixed on mine, losing the shine, and wide with revelation and astonishment.
So now you know, Jade....
So close as I am to her, Charlotte's eyes are not a pure green. Deep emerald laces through the jade of her irises. The rim is a deep blue, a cobalt so dark as to be almost black....
Bab Populer