195 Make My Heart Sing

~ ZEV ~

It was torture, springing up from the bed when one of the sausages popped in the pan and turning his attention back to the food, and the dressing for his back. He forced himself to it, because his side was aching more than it should because he'd reopened the wound and he didn't want anything to ruin the rest of the time they had.

So as they both forced themselves to get back up, it was with glazed eyes and hearts beating too fast. Sasha was stunning—hair mussed and lips swollen with kisses, cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling whenever they landed on him.

It was torment. Delicious torment. He forced himself to go back to the table at the side of the room, but his eyes kept dragging back to her form, he kept inhaling her scent—rich with desire and thrill. Their eyes caught and she smiled. A promise, he knew.

He ground the leaves faster.