He’s the gorgeous fallen angel best friend you pushed away ten years ago…
“Where do you come from? Why were you alone that day in the forest?”
I glare up at him, the gorgeous fallen angel I never should have met. “You’ll never see me again, so it doesn’t matter.”
I start to pull away but he grasps my hand.
“It does too matter. You’re like me. You’ve been alone too long.”
My eyes flash up at him angrily, heat and emotions I don’t understand searing through my chest. “I don’t owe you
anything.”
“No. Of course you don’t.” He steps into me, and the hand not holding mine lifts to my face to caress down my cheek. “But what if we ran away from the rest of the world and were alone TOGETHER?”
His face inches closer to mine and I blink, rational thought blanking at the nearness of him and his lips.