Chapter 45 Matthew

• I stopped breathing, my eyes locked on Keith's. I heard the gulp of his throat as his Adam's apple bobbed. He seemed so vulnerable in that moment, his guard down, and I knew I could take advantage of that. But if I acted on my impulses, I would surely regret it, especially if he were to sober up the next day and remember what had happened. I didn't want to risk the consequences.
• "Keith," I said softly, holding his gaze. "Thank you," I appreciated him for offering me another round of milk. He smiled back at me, but this time, there was no heat in his gaze. The moment of temptation where I almost kissed him had passed, and I was relieved.
• His essence seemed to fade away, But his scent lingered in the air teasing my senses. No matter where I went, I knew I would be able to recognize him, that unique fragrance was all I needed to recognize his presence.