”Perhaps.” Her word had been clipped, but not rude. “The Universe has a way of throwing curve balls.” The feline had believed in fate and she had never been blinded that their paths would cross once again. She had simply wished it hadn’t been in her current state and more on a joyous occasion. Deep down Naomi realized that maybe it had to be this way, though she hadn’t wanted to accept that realization. Her stubbornness had been rearing its ugly head as she had seemed to have fought everything, including herself and the aid that had been in front of her.
As Naomi stood, she had been hyper focused on the slightest moment the vampire made. Her eyes had still been fixated upon his own, but she had been keenly aware of the wine glass that had been finished and placed on the ledge. The thought of shifting and running still lingered in her mind, but it had not been as prominent has it once had been. It would have been foolish, especially since she had been facing him. With her front side of the body open to him, it had left her in a vulnerable position.
The last words Rafe had spoken, the leopardess had not responded. The wine glass had been lifted to her lips as she finished the rest of it, her eyes still piercing. It had not been a means of intimidation, but more so of watching. The empty glass had been placed on the ledge as well as she thought about his words. There had been another moment of silence has her once emerald eyes had returned to its brown hue. She knew her old friend had not been there to cause harm, but her mind and body had battled logic. “I accept it.” The feline had been careful with her words for she could not guarantee that she wouldn’t fight. However, she had accepted for all it would turn out to be.
“I welcome it.” It took all of her mind to allow herself to state those few words. She had taken the first steps forward as her gait had been slow, but fluid. The eye contact had not been severed as the leopardess closed the gap between them, her arms had wrapped around his waist as she leaned into his chest.
As Naomi stood, she had been hyper focused on the slightest moment the vampire made. Her eyes had still been fixated upon his own, but she had been keenly aware of the wine glass that had been finished and placed on the ledge. The thought of shifting and running still lingered in her mind, but it had not been as prominent has it once had been. It would have been foolish, especially since she had been facing him. With her front side of the body open to him, it had left her in a vulnerable position.
The last words Rafe had spoken, the leopardess had not responded. The wine glass had been lifted to her lips as she finished the rest of it, her eyes still piercing. It had not been a means of intimidation, but more so of watching. The empty glass had been placed on the ledge as well as she thought about his words. There had been another moment of silence has her once emerald eyes had returned to its brown hue. She knew her old friend had not been there to cause harm, but her mind and body had battled logic. “I accept it.” The feline had been careful with her words for she could not guarantee that she wouldn’t fight. However, she had accepted for all it would turn out to be.
“I welcome it.” It took all of her mind to allow herself to state those few words. She had taken the first steps forward as her gait had been slow, but fluid. The eye contact had not been severed as the leopardess closed the gap between them, her arms had wrapped around his waist as she leaned into his chest.
