jacques-and-shea

She yanked her hand away as if he had burned her, rubbing her palm along her thigh. The feeling didn__ go away, and neither did the butterflies he had sent winging in her stomach. __ow do you know you__e not a vampire?_ She needed to distract him, distract both of them. __aybe you forgot. You__e certainly capable of acting like one._ This time he laughed, startling both of them. The sound was husky, low, and foreign to his ears, as if he had forgotten what it was like. His black eyes leapt to her face almost in fear. __ot bad, wild man. First a growl, and now a laugh. We__e making progress._ Her eyes danced at him, reassured him.

Very gently Jacques lowered her feet to the ground, retaining possession of her waist to help her trembling legs hold her up. Shea raised a hand to push back her rain-slick hair. He caught her fingers and raised her palm to his mouth. __ou are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen._ She smiled, shook her head at him. __ou__e crazy, you know that? This is one of the most magnificent lightning storms I__e ever seen, and I didn__ even notice until now._ He grinned at her suggestively, rubbed the bridge of his nose. __ays something._ __xactly,_ she agreed. __ou__e crazy, and I must be, too.