The Flame of Infatuation

'Tell me, Dearest Anna, what do you loathe' Blaise murmured, breathing warmly into my ear, raising every small hair on my body as a shiver ran down my spine. I felt like my ribs were crushing my insides, splintering in every direction. 'You.' 'You're driving me crazy,' he replied in the same silk tone, gently squeezing my thigh. 'Stop running.' 'Bite me.' 'Oh how I yearn to.' R:M