"You make me believe in a world I never thought possible," Krem whispers into the chilled night air.
And under the sky's blanket of quiet she looks to him. Notices the clench to his jaw and the unending intensity of his eyes. She smiles. Reaches for him like he is the last good thing she could ever touch in this life.
His skin is cold and rough, knuckles ridged when the pad of her thumb runs over them. His body is a mapped expansion of all the wars he has fought to bring him to her tonight. She doesn't speak.
And he turns to her when it becomes too much, searching her face for something she thinks she only sort of understands. When he leans in, she lets him.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From Books I'll Never Write
RandomThis is a small collection of excerpts I've come up with over the years that either were not used or were simple writing exercises. In some cases this does include fanfiction excerpts (all of which can be interpreted as seen fit, I just felt no obli...
