My stomach is a tight ball of nerves as I walk down the staircase. Moon is waiting below and watches me descend. He was wearing a suit when he left the house today. He has obviously changed into another one. It's black and sleek, and I catch my breath at how incredible he looks. It's not only how he looks. It's the power he holds by the way he stands. The intense expression on his face, and damn-his eyes.
I stare at Moon like he is the most scrumptious piece of candy on earth. His expression says something entirely different. He's looking at me like the predator he is and I'm prey. My belly flip-flops and my knees go weak. He places his hand out and I take it because if I don't, there's a good chance I'll fall.
I pull in a breath and try to regain my equilibrium. His gaze travels to my b
