CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE EFFECTS OF THE FULL MOON
[SAVANNA HAUTE’S POINT OF VIEW]
HENDRIX HAS HIS hands around me, trapping me into his hold. His body was hot. It felt like raging fires whenever it would touch a fraction of my body. He has always been warm—but this one was fairly different to how he would usually feel. The very touch of him was enough to entice something inside me, one that I seem to can’t control or understand. I could feel his breath into my face, it was hoarse and holds one emotion that was fairly evident to his eyes.
Longing.
Even if he was pinning me into the wall, his hold was never hurting me in anyway shape or form. True that I couldn’t make a single move, but that was just it. Never did I felt like he was doing something that would cause me physica
