"What do I taste like?" His eyes drifted back up to mine. They were so deep and serious they held me captive. His next two words tugged at my heart, even though I didn't know the meaning. "Kak moya."
Sloane Kingston
My house is unnaturally quiet, something I find peaceful instead of eerie like most people. I hurry through the motions of stepping into the shower, feeling the warm spray of the water against my back.
The sounds of footsteps have me turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Heartbeat thudding in my ears, silently, I wrap up in a towel and open the shower door, watching with a wary eye.
