[ mischief tinted the curl of her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers trailing the damp curls of his hair. ]
“I never said I play fair.”
[ that being said, she leaned closer, ceasing the distance between them slowly until she could taste his icy breath spin over her carapace; always a sucker for a rainy weather, aren’t you, V? Still, her lips defied the prominent instinct to brush against his; to bedevil and tease was to raise tantalizing covet, that’s how the tainted temptress was trained. ]
“Besides, you should know that I’m always dressed to kill.”
[ Face inches from hers —every thought in his head gone as the pace of his heart began to speed. He knew she was saying words… but what they were exactly, he had no idea]
"How do you do it?
How come whenever I’m this close to you,
It’s as if my heart decides I’m running a marathon,
H O W”
(Source: frozenbarrier-blog)
