Chasing fireflies
She was ready to bolt, but he grabbed her hand.
He pulled her close, then abruptly stepped back, her scent overwhelming him.
“I just got back,” he said, his voice calm. “But make yourself at home. I’m Elijah.”
“Salem,” she replied, her eyes locked on him. Shirtless, his muscles on full display, his shoulder-length black hair framing golden eyes that didn’t waver from hers. He looked like he’d stepped out of some ancient painting, not like the scrawny pack boys she’d seen shifting.
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