Chapter 57: Kisses in the cold

Damian In the elevator, Charlotte kept glancing back and forth between me and my outstretched hand as though I carried some form of plague. Her green eyes sparkled with a strange emotion—fear, perhaps? Apprehension? Either way, all I wanted to do was remedy it: take the hand that she didn't give and, preferably, take her somewhere to claim those lips again. They still looked raw, still reeling from the shock of my kiss. *Probably should do more*, I thought to myself. Unfortunately, my thoughts were interrupted by the elevator door swinging wide open. One of my legs had already stepped outside, while the other remained inside, waiting for her to take my hand. She swallowed harshly, the sound hitting my ear and the movement caught by my eyes—the way her throat moved, the way her pale skin stretched and folded back into place, nearly begging me to place my hand on her small, very holdable neck. This woman was doing and saying things to me, and such was already concluded, but I now foun