By her ear, Robert Thomson's breath came like a gentle breeze, softening her heart. His chest was flat and firm, and his heart was beating powerfully within. His large hand held her tightly in his arms, asserting his dominance. He used to be a playboy, but why did the emotions that shimmered in his eyes feel like deep pools, drawing her gaze so intensely, as if they could drag her soul in and devour it completely?
And he felt the same way.
The loneliness of his youth, the confusion of growing up, the anguish and hate from five years ago - all seemed to slowly settle in the depths of her clear eyes.
He thought he must be bewitched for in that moment, he clearly heard the thumping of his own heart, like disordered drum beats, throwing off the rhythm and sequence of his life.
Everything around them seemed far away. The love and hatred of the past and the agony they felt all retreated far away, only leaving her in his sight.
