Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve

• I was in Desmond’s hefty arms before my brain could contemplate the situation.
• He carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed like a bride. His face hovered close to my face, gazing intently into my eyes. The power of his eyes was something else. It was like staring into two multi-chrome suns, holding the power to blind your logical thinking instead of the eyes.
• His pink lips were inching toward my lips. Before they could touch, I put a hand between our mouths and pushed him back.