Sirus’s eyes shimmered silver in the ray of moonlight that fell over his face. The way he watched her seemed to suck the air out of the space between them—which was ridiculous since they were literally standing outside. A soft breeze rustled his dark hair and the soft curls around his ears. Gwen bit her lip and fidgeted, not sure if she wanted him to move away or come closer.

     Closer. Definitely closer.

     Hell.

~ Shadow of Dark Desire