Monday, July 19, 2010

Paper Faces - 19. Strap

The ribbon binding the mask to my face snaps with a flick of Edward's wrist. My ear stings, capturing my attention before I realize he is standing right there.

His breath is hot against my cheek, whiskey and promise. His eyes are fixed, locked onto mine, and I wonder what he sees. His eyes reveal confusion and purpose. Resolve.

I marvel at the disappointment that crushes something so very close to my heart.

I don't even know him.

But I want to.

There is no warning. Warm lips claim mine, hard and needy like the want pressed against my hip.

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