The cold wall cast a fresh wave of sensual shudder sipped through Rhea's entire body as the pairs of hands pressed her against the wall, she held her bag tightly, pressed the book in her hand tightly against her chest, then she lifted her gaze up only to be met by a pair of all devouring grey eyes.
Rhea's chest slowly increases, her breathing getting heavy, sweat beading down her temples as she drinks in the shadowy figure looming over her, the pair of eyes fixed on nothing else, but her.
The book she was holding tightly in her chest seemed to lose its hold as her lips quivered in an attempt to call out a name.
"Zeenare.?"
It came out more like a question than certainty.
The figure let go of her shoulder, as it stepped closer to her. It eyes moved over her stance before it settled that intense gaze back on her.
As Rhea pondered on the figure before her, he r breath cuts in her lungs like glass breaking.
