Ember
Seth just stood there and pulled the knife out as if I didn't just freaking stab him. My gun was still pointed at him. This was creepy as f**k.
" What the f**k, Seth?" I said, keeping my gun up. Was he going to kill me?
"Nice throw", he said. Before I could blink, he had already snatched the gun out of my hand and tossed it on the bed before picking me up and holding me against the wall. It was an intimate position, and I was breathless as I stared into his eyes. He took a sniff in the air before growling slowly, putting his head against my neck. I knew I would be freaking out, but the sparks from his nose to my neck threatened a moan to come out. I was still. Unmoving. I wanted this moment to last forever. Reality set in and I pushed him away from me.
"Why are you here Seth?"
