Perfect fair skin, the unaware & focused expression across his face as he watches the written destiny of the characters on the screen. {I can tell he was the type that loved playing with fire,} his warm hands laced through her ice cold fingers for a brief moment. She looked up, eyes full and dilated, and gave a quick smile and nervously looked down. He reached over, lifted her chin with the most delicate and tender touch her body has ever felt. When her eyes met his, she knew, she was indeed in trouble. There was nothing in the world that could rest the fire he ignited inside of her.

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