Her face was pressed down the pillow of the bed that was creaking probably due to its oldness. Sun shove through the window shining upon Roselyn's eyes which turned of a honey color enlightened by the light.
The room was cold, and the air was stale as a result of not been visited for months probably even years, but yet the closeness with John's body made her feel warm up. Their eyes locked together, burning into each other by the passion and desire that they both had been repressing.
He tried to resist the temptation, but it was hard to resist when every inch of his body was calling her name. The more he inhaled her rose scent, the more his overwhelming urge to kiss her intensified.
But the fear was too much, he shut his eyes and detached himself, "we can't."
Roselyn blinked, a sigh escaped from her mouth. They couldn't risk making the same mistake Abigail already did.
