ASMSG Scifi Fantasy Paranormal Emagazine March 2014 - Page 8

The closer he came, the hotter I got. The bar stool I was sitting on was getting a little slippery from all the extra moisture down there, if you know what I mean. I knew, without even turning around, when he reached out to touch me. I could see it through his eyes. “Darla.” The deep whisky velvet of his voice added to the sensory overload and I turned with a brilliant smile. “Ulrik.” “Are you ready?” “ X