Bloody Full Moon
When he is close to me, I would say almost anything.
I cling to him. My hands drop to his waist, tugging him closer. The wet slide of our tongues becoming reacquainted sends a warm longing for more deep inside my chest. When Paul steps back, we stare into each other’s eyes, his questioning and mine answering. Yes, yes, I want you.
"Don't go any closer to the meeting grounds," he urges, widening the gap between us. "The battle will take place in the clearing. I don't want you anywhere near it, do you understand?"