His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1
I hate it.
"Do you want to remember, Bambi?" he asks, shuffling to sit close to me. I turn my chin to him, and our gazes lock in a charged moment of pure silence. His thumbs stroke my jawbone, and his soft, warm fingers send a chill through my body.
"Yes," I whisper.
He looks at me thoughtfully, our encounter charged with the unknown, and then he mutters two words.
"Puro fluire," he whispers against my ear, low and controlled.