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As he came closer, pressing me further into the door, my breathing quickened. But I wasn't going to let him take all the satisfaction from this torture, so I attempted to keep a straight face.
"You're bon...
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"Pleasure and action makes the hours seem short." —Iago, Othello
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My decisive walk towards the door of the house was stopped short, when Oliver came in front of me.
"Hey, are you leaving already?" He asked me, concern evident in his voice.
I kind of felt guilty for him. Even though I didn't remember a thing about the night we spent together, he seemed too good to be played with in this manner. Still, in this moment, it was my heated body that was making all the decisions, not my mind, so I didn't care about it too much.
"Yeah, something urgent came up. The party was wonderful, thanks." I said, and he nodded.
"That's fine. But, are you and Isaac really on good terms? I saw you two together from afar, it felt like you have some issues needed to be solved?" He asked me, and I groaned internally.
Yes, we do have a lot of issues that need solving. And I need to fucking rush, not stand here and waste my time talking to you.
I gave him a small reassuring smile. "No, it's nothing of the sort. Of course, he's a handful, but nothing I can't handle."
He chuckled at my words. "Very well then. Go on, I won't take more of your time. I'll call you next time."
"Sure. Goodbye."
I hastily waved at him and speed walked towards the exit. It was the front of the mansion, where a myriad of cars were parked. At first, it was hard to find Isaac in all the madness, but then, I spotted him, his back to me. He was standing near his car, facing away from the main door. Was he extremely confident I would definitely arrive, or was he contemplating to leave already?
As soon as he heard my footsteps approach from behind, he turned around with a smug smirk pasted on his face. So, it was the absolute confidence, then. Wordlessly, he opened the door for me, and proceeded to secure the seat belt for me, gently brushing his fingers against the delicate fabric of my dress. I got another whiff of his tantalizing woody scent, which was frankly driving me mad. It drove me to the edge, and I just wanted to jump him then and there.
He closed the door, and got in from the other side. Silently, he started the car, and drove it smoothly around town. The nights in London were almost magical, with an unusual combination of people and cold winds. It was the perfect blend of nature and artificial life, and I loved every second of it. The wind threatened to chill off my limbs, but I just wasn't in the spot to give it a second thought.
There was absolute silence in the car, yet, the space was thrumming with music. The mellifluous notes played by our emotions, were loud enough for the both of us, and the sweet ecstacy it brought afterwards, was worth revelling in. The palpable sexual tension between us, had always been present, but I guess I was just too stubborn to recognize it.
