Long lashes, pink full lips, a few strands of her sunlight blonde hair falling over her face and shoulders. For a moment, Lucien was hypnotized.
"I've been cursed by a witch." He said and she looked up at him. A pair of silver eyes staring back at him and she smiled. Her teeth as white as snow. Willow blinked at him.
"A witch?" She pouted her lips and frowned. Who had dare cursed her wolf? Lucien had become hers. She liked him and the attraction kept growing every minute.
"No one has the right to curse you." Willow said. "I can break the curse." She added gently.
"How will you do it?" Came Lucien question and she moved closer to him. She held his shirt, leaning closer to his lips. Her heart kept racing, it never stopped since she met him. She leaned close to him, and just when her lips was a few inch away from his, she poured her breath into him.
