Beautiful Rhythm
Jade’s trembling hands reach up to cup my face, her fingers stalling my ravenous onslaught on her exposed skin.
“Seth,” she murmurs, willing me to look at her.
I rebel against the loss of her warm body pressed tightly against mine, yet apprehensive of the worry I sense in her warm brown eyes while trying hard not to combust from the amounts of restraint I’ve had to exercise from the first minute she walked into the studio.