My heart raced with nervousness as his eyes moved from my eyes to my lips. I saw his gaze softening, and a look of longing and desire appearing in his eyes. "I miss your lips, Amara," he breathed, his tone almost dazed. "No matter how many women I kiss, yours are different… incredibly enticing. Your lips are like a drug to me. One taste, and I'm addicted."
My eyes widened in horror as I watched his face come closer and closer and just when his lips were about to touch mine, a look of determination flashed through my eyes. Before he could even understand what was happening, I grabbed the knife from the table and held it at his throat.
"Don't you dare...." I warned, my voice steady.
