Saint's fingers slid through Heart's hair before his fingers clutched and pulled upwards. Heart's jaw jerked upwards, and Heart looked up at Saint with a heavy, hot, and delectable, excitement, he saw reflected in Saint's own eyes.
Heart thrust out his hands to stop Saint from pulling him too close to his body, from losing himself too much, to this monster in front of him.
'I need to control the situation, or I won't be able to breathe, I won't be able to survive his onslaught.'
