He leaned in, so his lips were at my ear and I couldn't see his face. His hands settled on my shoulders, then trailed over my arms. My skin tingled everywhere he touched, and I shivered as his hands settled at my waist, holding me to him.
“I don’t want you to see me this way.” He whispered.
I pulled back from him, but his eyes were still shut.
“What do you mean? Why won’t you open your eyes?”
“I can’t.” His voice was strained. His fingers found my skin, where my shirt had risen lightly. His nose ghosted over my cheek again and the cool morning air seeped in from the open door, settling around us like a shroud.
My voice wasn't as strong this time, and I leaned toward him when he abruptly pulled away, “What do you mean you can’t? What are you hiding?”
He sighed, and his breath washed over me.
“Very well, Bella. Just remember, you asked for this.”
The long lashes that rested on his perfect cheek fluttered, and his eyes opened slowly, the pupils regarding me wearily.
But it was the irises, those frightening irises that choked me. Their color were things I had hoped would stay inside my nightmares.
They were beautiful though, even though they scared the living breath right out of me.
~special thanks to FakerParis @ThinkingofRob for helping me find the pic!~
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