Faking the Mate Bond
What infuriates me more are my own thoughts that linger around her spellbinding spiritual blue orb, hiding maybe the secrets of salvation, and right next to it was the hellfire, evil, dark, sultry burning amber eye.
And in between the finity of her eyes, I saw heaven and hell and all the temptations that lie in between.
The slightest flicker in her eyelids was like the universe unraveling itself, and before I could do something about it — I was pulled in, consumed, lost somewhere in the infinity of her shrewd gaze.
It’s her eyes. Something about her eyes is so sinful that even the greatest of saints would be tempted to give up their sainthood just to have a glimpse.
Bab Populer