Seraphina shut the laptop with a soft click, gently putting it inside the laptop bag. She tiptoed toward the door, careful not to make a sound. Just as her fingers brushed the handle, a deep voice cut through the silence. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She heard him walk up behind her. As she began to turn around, she caught a glimpse of his smiling face.
“Don’t turn,” he said softly. “This is about you.”
Her heart began to pound. She stood there, frozen, as a wave of fear from her heart, through her chest…every part of her body was aware of his presence.
Then his finger touched her neck, brushing aside her hair with such tenderness it nearly gave her chills. His hands glided from the sides of her head down to her neck, then out to her shoulders, and slowly down her arms until they
