Christmas Party

I gasp and check my pulse.

Being beamed up does not feel good, but it also does not feel bad either. It's hard to describe the feeling that your eternal organs might not all be in the same place. I look at Raine to see that he has his hands on his hips, a concerned look on his face. That must have felt weird to him. I remember my first time, with a knife sticking out of my stomach. But damn. He's dressed in a very gothic black tux, red ruby cufflinks, and dark metal jewelry.

He looks delicious.

My husband.

Yum.

A slight shiver slides down my spine.

His pale skin with his stark black hair is stunning, not to mention his fire gaze that only ignites when he looks at me.

Raine grabs me around the waist, my golden gown that glitters in the low lighting, jewels draped all over my body like some exotic queen.