Nikalas Greyson & Mallory Forbane He’d been teasing her. How he’d found her childhood journal, Mallory would probably never know. What had possessed the creature over a thousand years old to read her childhood journal, Mallory was certain she’d never understand. All she cared about, in that moment, was making sure he didn’t read any more of it. Especially aloud! The thing about Nikalas was that he didn’t have all that much on her in height. An inch. Maybe two. So when she lunged for the bound papers, his only option was to lean back. She stretched up onto her toes. He curved his spine. And suddenly they were nose to nose, breath mingling, laughter still on their lips as she chased him. She chased him. For once the tables had turned and he seemed to realise it the same moment she did. He’d made her laugh. On one of the worst days of her life. And despite the way she could see desire glimmering in his gaze, Mallory got the distinct impression he’d done so without any pre-mediated ulterior motive. And a few pebbles crumbled off the wall she’d placed around her heart. More fell when she realised he hadn’t taken advantage of the way she was pressed against him. His free hand hadn’t fallen to her hip, and his stance didn’t soften, didn’t bring his lips to hers. No. Mallory did that. And as the kiss exploded across both their senses, the childhood journal was quickly tossed aside and left forgotten. Lost amongst the leaves scattered across the forest floor. Hey there! Do you like my writing? Feel like supporting me so I can write some more? Check out my debut fantasy novel ‘Changeling’. It’s available in Ebook at all your favourite online retailers, and in Paperback, and Hardcover from Amazon. Changeling’s Ebook is 50% off |
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