Serpentine Desires
Confusion bubbled, anger simmered as I flipped the pages.
Such delicious darkness, I think I'll enjoy tearing it from you, piece by fragile piece.
Was he...Was he saying the quotes from the book earlier?
I snapped my head at him, but he was already looking at me. He was looking at me. This blind man was looking at me. His piercing eyes lit up amused, sinfully crafted lips curved, and I noticed, under the dim light and amidst the panic attack I was about to have.
He had a dimple.