Her back pressed against the icy porcelain tiles, warm water washing over her, and a man's burning chest against her front. The alternating extremes of cold and heat
made Norris Moore's comprehension somewhat hazy. She didn't even understand what this man was trying to do. He began to cause her confusion as if playing mysterious games with her.
When it ended, Trenton Smith held her, leaving behind an indescribable emptiness.
He just held this woman tightly, wishing that he could incorporate her into his own flesh and blood.
He clung to her so tightly. In a part of his heart that had already shattered, a need echoed to draw something from Norris Moore to fill the void.
His kisses gently brushed her cheeks, but Rufus Swallow's voice oddly echoed in his ear again, telling him "You'll never have Norris Moore's heart in your life."
.
Like a curse, it made his heart contract violently.
