She nodded, casting a glance around the room, then right back at Sebastian. Chloe bit down on her lip and nodded. How he wished he could trace the edges of his finger against the surface of her mouth only to quickly replace them with his lips. He longed to taste her again. The hardness grew quickly between his legs, a refreshing feeling he welcomed, but had to control the incubus within him. He knew all too well what happened when the demon grew out of control.
Dr. de Cole set down his leather bag and came further into the room. Chloe studied his features, trying to match up every detail about him. Dr. de Cole’s dark grey eyes turned a shade lighter, and a sudden twinge of sexual energy rushed between them. The colour of his pale skin faded into a pinkish hue; a stark contrast from the crisp black slacks and dark green button up shirt. Chloe pulled herself together and chided herself for forgetting her manners. “It’s nice to meet you...”
“Which of me do I choose?” Chloe pressed her soft hand against the cool window. The condensation outlined her hand; small bursts of coloured liquid framed the window. She caught a glimpse of her reflection and gasped. Swirls of energy danced together in the large space between them, just like she had seen before in her dreams.
Slowly, with such nervousness and dread, I turned to look. In the doorway, my uncle’s compadre Rafael leaned against the wooden frame with his arms crossed. Blood rushed to my face and I tried to turn away, but I could not. I scanned the configuration of his entire body and there wasn’t a single flaw. His hair was black and the color of his skin bordered along the lines of mocha. His lips were full and I knew that if they ever grazed along the surface of my skin, I would lose all sense of space and time.
