Forever Unforgiven
Eyes lifted to his but saw through him.
“Why do you bother watching over him?” drawled a seductive voice from the other side of the café.
There was no response as the observer continued his vigil. The kid on the other side of the table looked back down at his milkshake, stirring it slowly with his straw. He tilted his cap lower, his thoughts dribbling into the muted atmosphere.
“You could just give him to me,” she purred from across the room, all leather and lace and a tiger-like smile. She stalked closer, light glinting off the tight material of her thighs. “I promise I’ll take care of him.” Her fingers twisted in his golden curls, tickling the skin just below his ear.
He pressed his lips tightly together. This was a game to her. She wanted to toy with their lives.
