(If there are any mistakes, I do apologies. Idk how many time I went over this.)
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Music: Alina Baraz - Show Me
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Your mind crave to be stimulated. Constantly wondering the how's and what if's. Collecting data with every piece of new information and its no different when you're next to him, when you see him, when you feel him. Every crevice, every muscle, every part of his smooth skin you commit to memory in your finger tips and you still don't understand him. Granted, he's perfect for your calculating mind. Because how much is there to this man, that you're still wondering?
Geto is a walking form of poetry. A man with a past that you still had yet to decipher. He's complex in the ways that the journey you travel just to reach him is a adventure in itself. The enigmatic man has his ways where his true self does come out to play and its been months that y'all been going like this. You two reach a modicum of familiarity with each other and how wonderful you feel to be next to him. There's a certain calmness underlying here, that the silence is naturally comforting.
It's a quiet evening aside from the rain pitter-pattering against the sky view window to his luxurious apartment, and with the T.V watching you, you instead look at him falling in love each second that pass. His thumb stroke your ankle, focusing on whatever bullshit you subjected him too on the T.V. "Is there a reason why you look at me like that?" He speak, eyes still forward.
Smiling, shaking your head, turning your gaze back to the television. "It's nothing" you mumble.
In which he respond, slanted eyes now on you and graces you with a smirk. "You lie."
"Perhaps." You shrug, "but you'll never know that for sure." lifting your hand to change the channel and he return the favor. Counting how many times he's kissed your lips. Tasted your tongue. Heard the sounds come out of that gorgeous mouth. He's had a feeling. Well, more like feeling some kind of way. Especially showing up here the way you're dressed.
Trench coat, nothing on but a thong and those heels he gifted you. Who did he think you were? He knew what time it was...
But as much as it is welcomed, for once he was shocked that he wasn't in control of the situation. And that he would pay you back for. You just didn't know it yet.
Oblivious to his action, your eyes still on the television as you hear the subtle noise of him moving. It,'s Your turn to look at him and he is already staring at you.
