Chapter 31 Confrontations
- Sinclair
- Long lashes flutter, revealing the cerulean depths that have ensnared my thoughts. As a wet, golden strand of hair tickles her nose, her delicate fingers instinctively sweep it aside, those perfectly sculpted lips parting in a sigh that brushes against the edges of my consciousness.
- My gaze remains fixed, eyes tracing every contour of her form, tracking every movement.