𝑀𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

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Afra

The car ride is quiet. To freaking quiet. My legs tucked next to each other as I avoid looking into her eyes. Embarrassment floods me like a tsunami. I fantasized about her, for way to long last night. She slept on the couch to make sure everything was okay throughout the night. She made sure I was safe. but me I just wanted her between my legs. But I was okay, not far of the crazy okay but it was dangerous close.

I didn't have the courage to ask her to stay with me. To tell her I would be okay and felt better if she would have laid down next to me but the puddle between my legs already made me burn up and caused me enough problems than it already did. But it didn't help that I knew she knew.

"Are we going to the city?" I peer over to look out the limbo window. I try to hide my awe as I look out the window and watch people enjoy eating ice cream. Restaurants posted at the edge of the city's block with people sitting on the highchairs enjoying pasta and expensive cheeseburgers probably worth more than my whole closet. Dresses and tank tops couldn't help people out with this heat. It was hot enough to have you wanting to walk around naked instead of wearing the usual summer cloths. I'm sure either way it would have you laid out in the ground melting. I should be glad that it was cold inside the car, but I can still burn under her glare. Figuring, finding out why I'm so far. She was across from me. And as always looking so eye burning beautiful.

She wore a black vest today. It was all buttoned up. My stomach curled at my green thoughts. It was perfectly buttoned up, maybe someone did it for her. The thoughts of someone hands, needing the buttons through the hole, touching something that I can't even touch half of the time has me upset. I clear my head with a small pitch on my arm.

Underneath it all was a dark grey buttoned down and as the same as the vest, all the buttons were buttoned up. The sleeves were folded up showing off her few scattered tattoos who seem to slightly disappear up her shirt. I find it hard not to reach out and trace every single one. Having my finger outline every one of them while I ask her stupid questions all day to annoy her. Like why doesn't any of the tattoos have color? Why are they so spread out? What was going through your head when you gotten that rose tattoo down the side of your hand.

Why are there angel wings covering your whole back?

But as my wild thoughts grow, not one word comes out of my mouth and nor would it ever.
I catch my glance from time to time. Watching as she sips on her brown liquid. Not taking her eyes off of me and I feel like I have to shriek back at her powerful stare. Like she's hungry, starving as she looks at me. It made me... frustrated and it's hard to say if it was sexual or not. "We are. For a meeting" she finally speaks, and I nod as a response. I can't think straight. Now when I want to straddle her and undo all those buttons. Buttons someone else took their time to button. She takes a sip again, finally putting down of what I'm guess is to be liquor.

"I didn't know you drink" I say just to spark this heat in me. OfCourse, she does, everyone does Afra. She lifts one shoulder, "Only when I have to clear my mind" her words make me shake. Clear it from what? I bite back my tongue to ask. Do I want to know from what she's trying to hold back with that liquor? "Do you?" I lean back and fold my legs. The action causing her to give them a quick glance. She leans back a little. Her knees almost touching mines and I thank the gods that I would at least have a tiny touch from this woman, and I wouldn't go all day going insane thinking that I went today without it. "A little" I say as if I wasn't throbbing for attention. I didn't drink, well not a lot. I can say I had wine there and there but, I couldn't say I was a drinker. But the truth is I also do it to clear my mind. Isn't that what all people do when they drink? So, what is this mysterious woman drinking for and why.