Chapter Fifty-Seven
“Mmm?” His eyes moved down to my lips and he licked his lips, looking at me like he wanted to kiss me. Or devour me whole. He leaned down and that warm, sweet scent of his filled my senses. Making me crave cinnamon gum or candy or really anything sweet that would hit my sweet tooth and take away that craving.
“You smell like Cyrus, makes me want to eat you up. Did you think about what we talked about last night?” He asked, his fingers brushing over my clavicle. Toying with the neckline of my dress.
“Yes, I did.” I whispered, shivering as I looked down at his long tapered fingers. I had never seen someone with hands like his. They were graceful and beautiful. He had a small burn mark on the back of his thumb and one on his forefinger, but it didn’t take away from the
