Ethan Montgomery gazed at her face, bathed in the gentle sunlight that seemed to cloak her features with a golden glow, enhancing her already pure and pristine beauty to appear even more radiant and fair.
He gently took her hand, leading it downward, beneath the belt where the searing heat startled her delicate skin, causing her hand to tremble slightly, her eyes to widen, and the remnants of her tears to fall.
"Do you feel it? It misses you too," he whispered, like an enticing angel, revealing his hidden desires without a hint of concealment, unafraid of her recoil or flight.
His faith in her was boundless, his love for her, profound.
Avery Miller froze, her hand feeling as if it had been caught in burning gunpowder, a sting of burn lingering in her palm.