24. Slow Motion

[LIZZY]

I was his, and he was mine, at least for now….

Well, until someone started banging the door as if the house was literally on fire.

It required an immense amount of effort to pull away from the fiery embrace, as if every fiber of my being was screaming to stay locked in that moment.

The intensity of the moment had left us both gasping for air, with Vector’s chest heaving and his eyes glistening with a lustful desire. His lips remained slightly parted, as if he was willing to hold his breath for an eternity, just to keep them connected to mine. I could feel the struggle within him, the same one that was tearing me apart - the insatiable desire to stay connected, to explore and indulge in each other’s passion.

It was as if the world around us had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was this moment, this tantalizing kiss that held us both captive in its spell.

But then he frowned, the expression that had become all too familiar among the undead crept back onto his once-handsome