root-book

When I looked up, I was staring into fiery red eyes. His gaze seemed to entrap me, as I felt my soul cry out for his. As he reached for me, another figure appeared-almost out of thin air. I could see him clearly, his features prominent and familiar. His shoulder length ebony hair blew in the breeze, he looked down at me as concerned filled his caramel colored eyes. The moon''''s light glistened off his tan shirtless chest.