He stalks towards me with madness and insanity in his eyes and he stops a foot away. His eyes follow the contour of my body. And he decided to eat the forbidden fruit. He closes the distance between us and his lips touch mine. We mold together, we mix, we dissolve. All our frustration and confusion of our feelings are felt. We are everything and nothing all at once. His breath is mine, and mine is his. His hands reach for mine, pining them up above my head. He continues to kiss me with a passion so great, I'm sure I will die because of it. "Putain, pourquoi ai-je attendu si longtemps?" He mumbles against my lips. These are the moments where I regret not taking French in high school. (Why the fuck did I wait so long?) ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Layla Moradi has been protected all her life by her older brothers. That is, until she goes to New York City, to study ballet at NYU with her best friend, Margot. After a fight between the best friends, Margot is found dead. An entire investigation starts, with her and a dark brooding French transfer student, Jean Cartier, are considered as suspects. What will happen to their relationship as the investigation continues?