THE TENSION between us grew. The air was thick and it was choking me from the inside and out. My lungs felt like it expanded bigger than my ribcage. As though a puff of dark smoke had infiltrated them, and now, I was having trouble breathing. Rhys was closing the distance between us. He was closing the air around us, cutting back the oxygen from going into my lungs. With his massive figure and dark shadows, he was inching like a beast, swallowing whatever space was left between us.
The personal space was the only thing I had, but it was gone as fast as the wind changed ways. Rhys was there, consuming, ravishing me without even touching me, yet. He was always like that. Bigger than life and scarier than death. Like the Grim Reaper, he was capable of making anyone near the perimeter within
