Nathan Bolton stood pitifully at the doorway, holding medicine in his left hand and a box full of crayfish shells in his right.
His right foot stubbornly refused to move out, unafraid of getting pinched lame again.
His long legs were straight, making the scene a bit comical.
He had been pushed out the door, now caught between laughter and tears, "Eating your fill and forgetting your feeder? Hmm? Little heartless one."
Lorraine Hughes chuckled softly, her almond eyes sparkling with light, and said lightly, "Or are you not content with just being the feeder?"
She suddenly stepped forward, close to Nathan Bolton who didn't dare move. Her hair, swinging with momentum, lightly brushed against Nathan, and the little mole at the corner of her eye caught Nathan's gaze again, dazzling brightly.
Nathan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, his gaze falling irresistibly to her red lips.
Beautiful, to the point where he could hardly breathe.
He wanted to kiss her.
