Say You Won't Let Go

touch me, tease me

A/N: Listen to the song while you read!Enjoy (: 

Olivia chipped away of her thumb tip pacing the floor. The guys from her band were out partying over at the hotel nearby, but she insisted in being secluded from the festivities. Then she received the roses, and she couldn't stop thinking about him. How great he was. The feelings had rushed through her so strongly, she just had to contact him. She wasn't sure of anything, she just knew she had to see him. The desire in that went beyond the simplicity of want. It slowly creeped itself into need. Once she opened that door, her feelings for him became even that much harder to keep at bay. 

Needing his touch.

Needing his arms to keep her warm, and safe.

She needed him to give her the air necessary to breathe. Jumbling in her own interpersonal thoughts, the faint rumble of an car door closing had her picking up her feet rushing over to the window. Her stomach was in knots as the sight of him came through.

I got this. It's Spencer and I kinda like him, okay I really like him. He clearly feels the same since he drove all this way to see me, right? Whatever happens tonight is only gonna be just this once. No harm, no foul.

Lying effortlessly in her head as the soft knock on the door caused her to move. Her smile happened instantly seeing his face appear in the crack as she slowly opened it. Spencer stood before her, restless with an hint of nerves rolling around, mirroring the same emotions as her. His deep brown eyes gape into hers going forward, darting up the steps as his orbs never left her own.

"I made it" 

His baritone permeated the space.

"You did"

He slowly took an stride towards her, facing each other. The air in her lungs grew dry as the oxygen in the room suckled it's way out. Disabling her ability to breathe properly. Her head spun out of control as her legs buckled under the pressure felt by the heat burning between them. Spencer turned, shutting the door. Olivia tried her way at stepping away to give him room, until he took her hips, holding her in place.

"Lemme be clear" 

He whispers, hauling her body closer to him.

"Ion know what this is, what were doin or where this leads, but I've never felt this...."

"Drawn?" 

She guessed, trying to make sense of her own feelings too.

"Yah. I could hardly wait to get to you. I needed to feel you again" 

An eager grin surfaced. Her hand lifted with her palm traveling over to cup his cheek. His little stubble tickled in her hand, the softness of the scratch cautiously forming patterns into her heart. He was doing something to her, and she was not going to be strong enough to put an stop to it. Years of wanting something and wondering what it would be like had led her to this moment in time.

"I feel it too. It's like once I was able to get past us just being friends-"

In just an mere of sweet seconds, his lips sinked to hers. Her fingers twirled in his coils. Steering them over to the same spot from the night before last. The spot where they talked. Tonight, they'd be doing an lot less talking. He placed her in front of the bed, her getting an glimpse into the equivocation roaming in his eyes. Only there was none in hers. She wanted him and whatever came after that. Surely, it could go by quickly, but in Olivia's eyes, they were about an decade late getting to this. She pressed over, gripping his shirt, peeling it over his chest. Her hands maneuvered across the smooth skin, as his muscles braced underneath the comfort of her fingertips. He was sexy. Fine like wine and as edible as an piece of milk chocolate melting in your hands. His body was better than she imagined it would be, in person and even in the privacy of her dreams. Dreams that welcomed her every night that came and gone. She moved leisurely, enacting every dip and rise fresh to her memory bank. Wandering over from the six-pack, up and around his taut chest, springing hesitantly to his chiseled shoulders, embracing the feeling against her hands. Spencer James in first place to ruin her for any other man that comes along. Her eyes surveyed his, as an knowing smile meets her face, reading her mind.