Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.
I don't need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.
His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.
Arrogance is one of the flaws in the Erudite heart -- I know. It is often in mine.
Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.
She can't possibly be me, though she moves when I move