"your face is like a melody / it won't leave my head" - Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey
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Why does God hate me so much?
What did I ever do to him?
Looking ahead of me I see the one and only Elias King staring right back at me, with the same eyes that I used to pray to see again. Oh, how feelings have changed.
He's dressed in a black undershirt with dress pants. I can see a chain peeling from under his shirt as well as an array of tattoos. His black hair looks slightly unkept like he'd been previously running his hands through it. I also notice the silver metal hanging off of his ear. Moving my eyes down I look at his display of rings resting on his fingers.
Lord, why did he have to be so hot?
Well, the way I see it, I have two options at the moment. Option number one is to be civil and act like there are no hard feelings. Option number two, the more appealing one, is to run into my room and never come out again.
Sadly I have to choose option number one, but I'm sure as hell not going to be the first one to talk.
Staring into his eyes, I realize how surreal this moment really is. He's actually here. In my house. Just like it used to be.
It's my father's voice that breaks the staring contest, "Daisy, you remember the King's, correct?"
"Um, yeah of course," I turn toward Mr. and Mrs. King, "It's really nice to see both of you again"
"You too, honey." Mrs. King responds, smiling at me warily while her husband just stares right at me with a look I can't seem to figure out. Well then, looks like someone's not happy. I try to come up with the closest thing to a smile but it doesn't really work.
Awkward silence follows our exchange of words.
I can feel Elias's stars on the side of my face. Turning my head to check, I see his head move back until he's looking straight forward again.
Too slow buddy.
My father starts showing our guests to the dining room while I follow behind them. Everyone takes their seats and somehow Elias and I end up sitting beside each other.
A little too close for comfort, might I add.
I can feel the body heat radiating off of him and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't affecting me.
My father, staring at Mr. King, starts talking, "Well we might as well just start off by stating the obvious. I don't like you and you don't like me but we need to set aside our differences for this deal to work out. I will do my best to be civil and so will the others, correct?", my father looks up expectantly after he finishes.
My brothers and I both nod our heads slowly once we realize what he was implying.
In a strained voice, Mr. King responds, "Of course. I will see to it that we act the same way."
They continue to talk back and forth but I'm more focused on the leg that's been slowly inching toward mine this whole dinner. I try to move mine as far away as I can from his but that's difficult considering the limited space to do so.
The second his leg touches my bare skin I'm done for. It feels like an electrical shock coursing throughout my body.
How is he able to turn me on that easily? That can't be normal.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." I get up from my seat and walk as fast as I can to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Great now what do I do?
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Romance"We can't do this Eli" He continues to stare at me until he cautiously moves his mouth down to the side of my neck. "Why not" he says, letting me feel his hot breath move down to my collarbone. "My family will kill me, a-and so will yours" I barely...
