Her

Still in the bathroom looking at himself… he cursed and sent his fingers in his tousled hair. He whispered in a shriveled voice, "This can't be happening… She's not? No… no no no no!" Beliath said as he banged his elbows on the honey marble sink, causing Anastasia to jump. "Beliath?" She said sweetly. "Are you ok? Look… I probably shouldn't have kissed you. I know it was wrong after what – after what you said… but I could tell you liked it too." No… liking is an understatement… I fucking loved it, too much even that it consumed my very soul. Her sweet sounds radiated all throughout my being… Her lips were like the richest cherries which burst with flavor from every bite… Her scent well, her scent just might be the death of me.