Tania stuttered to a stop. With him behind her, under his magical touch, she could feel the tension between them. It was a magnetic pull that grasped her hips and shoulders. It took everything in her power to not succumb to the maddening attraction. She was so focused on keeping herself in check that when said, "Talk to me Tania," she gasped.
With his free hand Eltanin gripped the jar hard as a shudder blasted through him. It was as if he was hit by a stormy wave over and over again.
Tania didn't know what to say. She blushed like the deepest shade of a rose. She blurted, "Umm… I want to find out what my mother and father looked like."
Eltanin stopped what he was doing on her back for a second. His brows furrowed. He closed his eyes and loosed a breath. Thank fuck. "Why?" he asked. All at once he felt like her features resembled someone he had seen earlier. But who?
