A cold shiver rushes through my body, making it stiff and tense as my gaze locks with Alarick's. There is a wicked smiled harbored on his lips and I feel like I should pull away before it was not too late, but I don't have the strength to pull away. Instead, my hand reaches up and my fingers wrap around his wrist, pressing into his pulse point. His heart was calm and steady, while mine beats a mile a minute.
We stare at each other for a moment longer, before his eyes move to focus on my lips. By instinct, I do the same. I have never had the opportunity to just gaze upon his face. There were little to no imperfections on his skin. There was a subtle stubble, a few soft beauty marks, a shallow white scar that split his upper lip and sank into his lower one. It looked like a clean old cut. W
