𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 ─── 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 ༄‧₊˚ (EDITING)

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FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TEN MONTHS, I FELT MORE CALM AROUND Alex in public. Nearly any time we made our way into either a party, reunion, dinner or anything that involved being the prime amusement, there was a certain tension between him and me. A tension that no one assumed was there since luckily he had a talent for portraying the role of my boyfriend so professionally.

However, this time his eyes had softened abruptly, portraying an incredibly different sentiment from the ones he was used to displaying. Alex appeared to be in his right mind this time. Since there had been no gazes filled with hatred between us. Perhaps only gazes with an uneasiness due to our lack of knowledge regarding which label to put on our relationship now.

At this moment, we sat in Alex's wide living room, his friends sitting across the furniture in the corner of the room. Through laughs and the several anecdotes, his friends told about him, I began to make my way closer to Alex. He appeared to notice when his curious eyes lingered across my actions. A small smirk was more than an invitation for me not to cease. 

This, however, did not appear to satisfy my hunger. I moistened my lips and locked my gaze on his solemn expression. The contrast of his jaw clenching now and again fueled my fervent arousal. I clasped my knees together quietly, my gaze never leaving his perfect face, wanting he might return the gesture by directing his attention to me.

And there it was. The devilish, most sneaky idea my brain had created for me. I smiled sheepishly once I knew there was a high percentage of me going on with this. My hands supported me as I rose up from the couch, instantly stealing Alex's focus on his friends. I walked an inch closer to the table in front of us and reached for my phone.

When I turned around, the plan began. What I only thought of as a silly desire was much more than that now that I had an excuse valid enough. For me, at least. My last task was to make sure his friends were distracted and when I was sure I continued. I met his curious eyes and for a moment inspected the sleeveless black shirt he wore that perfectly showed off his muscular arms and the veins on his forearms.

''Babe, you have something on your shirt'' I smiled innocently, my face close to his, though I was not sitting down just yet. Alex looked confused but did not ask any further questions.

As my hand brushed through the fabric a little too roughly, I allowed myself to fall in his lap, labeling it as a mistake. 

''Oh, I'm sorry'' The fun part began when I attempted to slowly get up. He hesitated, making sure I was not bluffing. And when he did, his hands traveled to my waist carelessly yet securely, as if I were to be stolen at any moment.