A Moment Where We Are Alone

After a few moments of what seemed like a dreamy period of time, Isola suddenly broke the kiss with a soft gasp, the air between them charged with an intensity that seemed to shimmer. 

The two of them sat there, mere inches apart, breathing heavily and looking into each other's eyes. 

The remnants of their shared warmth lingered on their lips. The bluish hue from the moonlight painted them both in soft, ethereal colors.

Isola's sapphire blue eyes were shimmering pools of conflict, her fingers still lightly touching Asher's chest, "Asher," she whispered, her voice shaking, "we shouldn't do this..." She then stiffly turned around to leave.

But as Isola tried to rise, an unexpected swiftness from Asher caught her off-guard. 

His strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest as her long, moon-white luminescent hair draped over his face.