“If they can, we can,” Carter insisted, lifting her hand up to brush his lips over her knuckles. He seemed so certain, so sure as he spoke, yet she saw clear desperation in his eyes as he seemed to realize this was his last chance. He couldn’t accept the fact that it was already too late.
His eyes were twin pools reflecting the overcast sky above, and it made her dizzy to gaze into them. At that moment, she felt she and Carter were caught in a glass bubble, just the two of them, their hunger building like a wildfire. Everything outside the bubble was complicated, impossible, but right now, at this moment, breathing in his masculine scent and feeling his warm breath against her face, she could imagine what being with him would be like. If she was with him, even for a little while, perhaps
