And She

An intimacy completely unheard of.

She felt disconnected from all her morals. He was dangerous - a demon. She wasn't drunk, she wasn't high, nor was she sleepy. Her concentration was absolutely perfect. Yet, when he twirled her, she lost all consciousness, and couldn't find a way to advice herself. These boys that knock you off your feet are temporary, she had learned from her acquaintances' experiences. Nothing she knew mattered. She was aware of nothing sensible when she was with him. This was an intimacy completely unheard of. No ripping of clothes, no rushing to find a good spot, just her in his arms and his nose on her neck made her crave him. A special type of lust, where you crave each other, and not sex with each other. She was practically letting him in, giving him the chance to have his way and he wouldn't dare, because he wasn't like that, and the way she awkwardly rested herself in him let him know she wasn't either. He wanted to cherish her and to treat her right. He had the opportunity to make her a woman, and he didn't approach it. She knew she was in danger because her body didn't pay attention to her senses, and that she could regret anything the next morning. She didn't care in the moment, because he comforted her.

And she liked the comforting.