Chapter 29 A Debased Image
- Elsida felt Julien’s hot breath fan her face, pungent with expensive cigars and smoke, his lips mere inches apart from hers.
- The curly hair at the nape of his neck tickled her cheek as he stood unmoving, their bodies flushed together.
- If he moved his face just a bit, their lips would meet and her heart thrummed wildly in her chest from the mere thought.