Following on from last week, we get a glimpse at just why Sean was so edgy about his wounds and the trespassers … here’s your taste of Eternal:
“I did not wish for you to feel afraid.” He stalked across the room.
Tearing my gaze from the seeping liquid, I studied the power in his body, evident in each and every movement he made, no matter how minute. From his dark mop of hair, across his muscular back, all the way down his defined legs to the tips of his toes, strength and might dominated Sean’s body like a tailored uniform. I would never feel anything but safe whilst beside him.
“The only thing I have to fear is losing you,” I said.
“Which is no less a fear than the one I hold. Is it even any different, in fact?” Before I could answer, he spun, and in three strides stood beside me. His fingers folded around mine, and he drew me to my feet, taking my face between his palms until I tumbled heart first into his dark, glossy stare. “How can I protect you when I fail to defend myself?”
Aww, bless him. :)
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