"Would you straighten your stance for me?" so softly he'd asked.
When she did as told, Silas' hands neared her neck first before taking a hold of her hair, gathering it with care then bringing it to the side.
At many instances, his fingers grazed her skin, birthing tingles of a new nature. They waited for no permission to run throughout her body, wreaking havoc and sabotaging her senses.
The vampire's next action did not quell her screaming heart as his breath fondled the back of her neck while his hands buckled the chain carrying the vial around it.
The new pendant landed lower than her mother's, closer to her cleavage, its red perfectly complementing the green that hung above it.
"If you ever do get injured when I am not around, then use it to heal," he said, still seated behind her.
Due to the proximity, their warmth collided, mingled and perhaps even colluded on ways to tug harder at each other, to bridge that vile gap keeping them apart.
