Ever since that day, something in Alice had shifted.
Not in a bad way—far from it.
It was just… she'd gotten a little more aggressive. In how she expressed her feelings.
In how she showed her love.
From the way she kissed me—hungry, passionate, like every moment we were apart had to be made up for tenfold the moment we touched—to the way her golden eyes turned crimson locked onto me with that glint of need.
From how she always sought my attention with that sweet, spoiled look of hers, to the way her hands moved along my skin—curious, wanting, always coaxing me to return her affection in kind.
To the way she reflexive move her bums in my direction whenever were close to each other.
Her voice, usually calm and graceful, now held something else in it.
Something warmer, heavier, a whisper that curled around my ears like silk—soft and breathy, laced with suggestion, almost begging.
No, not almost. Sometimes she really did beg.
Subtly. Or boldly. Depending on her mood.
