Book 2: Chapter 43

Raine's lips purse as she breathes softly through them, her hair still caked to her forehead and cheeks from where she was sweating. I want nothing more than to sweep the strands from her face, caressing her still flushed skin. But I hold back, refusing to allow myself these small stolen moments.

Then again, if stolen moments are the only moments we are destined for, is it wrong to act on them? Sh