Reporting from the underworld
Samson pleaded again, his voice closer this time, probably trying to get between us.
As he finally broke free, his gaze locked onto mine, and I felt like I was drowning in the depths of those piercing blue eyes. The anger seemed to radiate off him, making him look even more rugged and attractive. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the one to calm that storm, to soothe the fierce intensity that seemed to drive him. Is that even possible? Do I even want to?
For a moment, the world around us melted away, and all that was left was the two of us, locked in a silent understanding, our breathing heavy.