Alma
“Alma,” I heard his husky voice. I opened my eyes slightly and saw him taking my hand in his, he kissed my knuckles.
“You are here, at last,” he added, his blue and hazel-amber eyes fixed on mine. I sat up slowly, and he cupped my face with those big warm hands.
Yeah, even his hands were amazing!
Our lips were so close that our breaths mingled and it made me feel a bit high. But this time I couldn’t blame Miss Tequila or Mr. Absinthe. It was all him, it was all us.
Should I kiss the man, the dragon, that turned my life upside down and threw me in the middle of a crazy war? Probably not! But will I do it? Hell yes!
Our lips met and I could feel myself melting slowly, like snow at the first rays of sun. He ran his fingers through my hair gently and his hand roamed
