Dance at the Fire Pit

Rexar lifted his face to look at her, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. He released her hands and her hand shot to his length, but he stopped her. He glared at her for making him lose his control, for throwing himself at her when all he wanted was to distance himself. She was like a drug that he was getting addicted to. If he got addicted, he wouldn’t be able to leave her for life