“Alzerion felt a tingling sensation creep down his spine.”
“What’s the matter?” asked Ulbrick. “Doesn’t this look familiar to you?” He crooned while moving his right arm under the bottom of the parcel.
Then Alzerion smoothed his hand over the bundle and felt the softest, smoothest fabric.
“Suddenly there was a rustling in the Blue Prince Holly bushes from behind. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him, but the noise grew louder. Hell, he couldn’t even see, as he was stuck with only a front view of Ulbrick.”
“He changed over the years. Tall. Handsome. Mysterious. He intrigued her.”
“Alzerion locked eyes with hers. She watched carefully as he bit his lower lip. She couldn’t help but think that they were inviting her in. Kissable. That is how she described them. Every time he laughed or smirked or just spoke, it was like they were inviting her in; like magnets.”