A dead courage.

Maijune was now all bundle of nerves. She felt like melting from the way, the man looked at her. His gaze was so captivating and she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Aaron Saint leaned towards her ears whispering to her as his hand held her in place ''I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. I want to do naughty things to do. Things your innocent brain could never imagine, August Maijune. I am not as gentle as you picture me. You have absolutely no idea the kind of things I want to do to you"