I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. Was that an invitation, Ms.Lane? If it was? I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing? I don't do hypotheticals. Little girl.
Faefever (ed. Hachette UK, 2011) - ISBN: 9780575108547