The Predator

I leaned closer, close enough that my breath ghosted over her skin. Her lips parted again, and I almost laughed. She wanted me to kiss her. She wouldn’t say it, wouldn’t admit it, but I could see it in her eyes, in the way her body tilted toward mine despite her fear.

Dragging my eyes away from her flushed face, though the sight of her arms wrapped tightly around herself only fuelled my frustration. She could argue all she wanted, but the way her body trembled spoke the truth louder than her words ever could.

"Ptichka," I muttered as I studied her. She avoided my gaze, her lashes...