She felt him wrap his arms around her waist and hold her one hand carefully as though scared that she would hurt him. He could feel his body heat and his scent sligltly overwhelm her as she let him and she wasn't sure how to feel as this was completely different from what she was used to.
"Skin off like lightning …" He started singing, his voice rough and in tune. It made her shiver and his face was by her neck. "Breathing flames from tourist trade. Your eyes go quite frightening. You lock your gaze into my face. Heavy eyed crawling on the roadside, swinging from the street lights.
I hope by early morning I will have grown back. By early morning I will have grown back. I'll escape with him, show him all my skin, then I'll go, I'll go home. Amsterdam." He sang and she felt as though she was being drugged by his voice but at the same time. It painted the picture she needed that could make her relax.
