The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he called out, his voice steadier than he felt. Wings Of Seduction
He should have called security. Should have looked away. Instead, he set down his glass and walked to the edge of his own balcony, the rain slicking his hair to his forehead. The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade
“What do you want?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was the same thing he wanted: to feel something real before the stars burned out. Should have looked away
Up close, she smelled of ozone and forgotten prayers.
That’s when he saw her.
The rain stopped. The neon dimmed. And her wings folded around them both, closing out the world as her lips found his—a kiss that tasted of falling, of flight, of the terrible, beautiful seduction of letting go.
The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he called out, his voice steadier than he felt.
He should have called security. Should have looked away. Instead, he set down his glass and walked to the edge of his own balcony, the rain slicking his hair to his forehead.
“What do you want?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. It was the same thing he wanted: to feel something real before the stars burned out.
Up close, she smelled of ozone and forgotten prayers.
That’s when he saw her.
The rain stopped. The neon dimmed. And her wings folded around them both, closing out the world as her lips found his—a kiss that tasted of falling, of flight, of the terrible, beautiful seduction of letting go.