Full and already decorating the sky, the scenic picture appearing like a movie, the moon looked yellow to the gaze and closer than possible as it lit up the sky. Stars twinkling and the beautiful sight not knowing it was the alpha’s doom seemed to be the theme as Camille whispered, “Hey, I’m sorry if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
He chuckled under his breath, “Oh baby it’s not that I don’t want to. But it’s not been that long, I don’t want to rush-.” She shook her head, “You’re not. You’re moving at my pace Elijah, and I’m saying I want you.” He turned and while she was sure the gold that looked like the tequila they consumed; Camille’s brain wasn’t focusing on the unnatural but instead on the natural.
The feeling he spurred on as his eyes took her in, and the way he always seemed to
