Sweet poison
He is just a natural at those things.
I imagined what kissing him with that wine still in his mouth would taste like.
Fuck!
Like I had a fucking difficult time trying to concentrate on what to do or say.
“Who brought me here and where is this place,” I asked timidly.
I could feel his eyes steadily on me as he took a long drink from his glass this time before setting it down to answer me.
“Ghost got word last night that you wanted him dead and he got furious and asked for your head as vengeance, so I brought you here to save you from his wrath,” He said slowly so every word of his sinks into my head assume.