The night flames in between us.

The darkness, like satin, brushed across her skin. Glass forgotten, Mara leaned against the balcony and felt him before he spoke. "Couldn't you stay away?" he inquired in a low, sensuous tone that grazed her ear. Her lips curled as she tipped her head. He took a step closer and stroked her with his light, purposeful, electrified fingertips, saying, "Or perhaps you enjoy chasing me." The city dissolved beneath them, leaving only the heat, tension, and thrilling promise that neither of them planned to reject.