Serpentine Desires
I sighed in frustration and averted my eyes when my eyes caught on the large bowl of fruit on the table nearby.
And lying there beside it—a knife. My fingers tingled at the thought of that cold metal in my hand.
Knife. Only if I could get my hands on it. I could sue it later.
Swallowing hard, I took a step toward it, keeping my gaze trained on his back. He didn’t turn, and I edged closer, the knife’s handle now within reach. The moment my fingers brushed the cool steel, his voice cut through the silence making me jump and the knife slipped from my fingers landing with a loud clank on the marbled floor.