Fu Liu approached her, she breathed out the burning heat in her lungs. Placing down his sword, he bowed his head, and his arm wrapped over her back.
His right hand moved up and his thumb brushed against her lips, "I'm leaving tonight so I have to go earlier but before it, there are things I must tell you."
"I hear them."
Hardly she let out the words.
"Why do you breathe hardly?"
His head moved closer, now his breath was touching her skin.
"You are too close."
He smirked, "you like it, don't you?"
She drew back, frowning at him, "am I your amusement tool? What I said seems to be your joy!"
Before she could make more space between them, he grabbed her hand and made her swirl in his arms, his lips kissed her neck, "what made you think that I am amused by your story? What I want now is you, it calls yearning, not amusement."
