VINNANDRA
First was his fingers over her lips—the heat searing at her with so much force she had trouble reconciling the image of the man that stood before from the boy she loved three years ago.
Second was his fingers catching her fists, sparks flying in the wake as if to remind her he was the same man alright and daring her to think of the shared connection she had been running away from for three years.
Xander Lenklock was still thethered to her heart alright, Vinn was no longer denying it. In fact, she never denied it. But there lay two options for her—should she give up her resistance, or should she keep running away from the feeling that had her heart hammering within her chest and roaring in her ears.
But it was when he asked her if could hug her that made her decision. The laid back attitude that did little to hide the vulnerability in his voice. And then the way his arms slipped around her waist ever so slowly, then tugged her into a hug.
