In His Scent

"Are you still in the mood for this?" I asked, backing away from where Florian was sitting.

I could see reluctance in his eyes as I moved away, but that proximity was a little too dangerous for my heart, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Maybe," he said, then leaned back, resting his weight on his hands, his eyes holding mine. "Are you?"

I shrugged. "I am mostly just hungry. Not really in the mood to cut this up."

He laughed, his lower lip slowly sliding into his mouth, his teeth gently biting down on it. Fuck.

"Want to go for a little ride? We can get you something to eat, and I can pull your pigtails under the moonlight."

I laughed. "Just how much do you remember?"

He shrugged. "Everything. Blame the photographs in my mind."

I smiled, then washed my hand and quickly put the meat back in the freezer and turned to him. Mentioning photographs brought back something to my head, and I dried out my hands on the kitchen towel, then turned to him.

He was watching me with those predatory eyes