I’m so excited to have not only reached, but surpassed the requested minimum word goal set by my friend for my non-erotic story that I’m going to give you all another little peak of this, dare I say it again no-sex, story that’s unfolding a little more ever day:

“It’s really her?” Viola asks incredulously.

“Oh, yes.” His body is both excited and in pure agony with her almost flesh to flesh. So close, yet with a chasm between them which makes it impossible to truly reach her. Every second, holding her in his arms, tight to his chest, feeling her heart beat match his own, is bliss and hell. He wants it to end and he wants to hold her forever. Thane is a contradiction in itself and so confused he needs to step away from her, clear his mind of her scent.

“Here.” Viola points to the upholstered settee just in time Thane thought he would drop Salem on the floor out of fear she would consume him, or he her.

Thane gently sets Salem down and forces his senses back into a form a control. It will do no good if his power starts going haywire as well.

Vi eyes him gravely. As if deciding if asking him to stay will be too much.

It is. And yet Thane can’t walk away.