SASSY💋

π| FIFTEEN

π| FIFTEEN

***That emotion in those eyes, I hope they never go away...

~Carmen~

You say nothing the rest of the journey to wherever your mind was leading you -everywhere but your home, driving carefully with half your attention actually on the road and the other on the woman sitting beside you. You are tempted once again to feel her up and also show off the fact that you could drive with one hand -something you were sure you always looked hot doing.

But, you choose not to do so because you already had two tickets in the space of an hour because you keep falling into that temptation. You find that you simply just lack control the moment your hands are on her. And that is something that has never happened to you before. So you are unsure of how to deal with such and the easiest solution seems to be to avoid touching her while you are driving or doing things that you need focus to do.

You steer the car masterfully, basking in the quiet of the automobile. But, you can see that your companion is uncomfortable in the silence and your eyes continuously cross over to look at her time and time again, to study the look in her face, one that doesn't give away the things that is going on in her head. The things that you suddenly wish to know. You are sure that her thoughts are what is making her sitting there, lost, staring out the unopened window like a locked away princess, a Rapunzel. And you wonder why once again?

Or wait, was it because of you and not the silence, the thoughts going through her head. Was it because of you that she was silent and uncomfortable. Was it because of your revelation? Well if it was, then How disappointing!But still, you refuse to believe that it is you. You refuse to believe that she is rethinking her decision to be with you. You begin to hope that she is not going to go back on her decision to stay with someone like you. After all, she had been muddle headed, and very very lusty the moment you had informed her that you were a woman with a wood. She might not have been in the right mind to make such a decision and now she was regretting it, every bit of it. From the feather light kisses to the gentle caresses, the sweet love bites and the wandering fingers. You sigh softly in anxiety and she turns to you then.

'Are you already tired of me?' she ask you. The question makes you lose control of the steering wheel for a swift second, causing the automobile to swerve before you turn it back into position. 'Why are you so shocked?' She asked again and this time you do not allow your focus to leave the machine you are controlling.

'Why do you ask such?' You ask her, totally unsure of why she was asking these questions.

'Your fire,' she said to you, 'it died.' Her answer leaves you staring at her softly.

~OmaPhinaPhire🔥

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