Clara peered into those deep green eyes and was tempted to stay behind. That desire was worsened by the fact that she knew it was mutual. They remained like that for several breaths before closing the distance between them and falling into an embrace. As their tongues danced, the fires of their desire glowed white hot.
“Miss Grey,” the flight attendant said.
Disclaimer:This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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