Burns

36.

☆☆Brecley:

I enjoyed my day to be honest and what made it even more enjoyable was Kylo's presence. I hadn't expected it to turn out the way it did later on. I had lost all hope when Kylo began acting weirdly... a little more intense and full of gloom. He was very different today both on the good and worrisome side. I got to actually see him laugh even though it was at my expense but fuck that, I didn't care if my butt was aching because seeing him laugh was worth it.

The dent on his left cheek peeked out as his teeth showed. He had a pretty dentition with upper incisors that were slightly elongated and canines that were also a little more elongated just like his incisors. His pearly whites were beautiful, more beautiful than his smile. What was I saying? Both were a very pretty sight and a very rare one.

Hearing his laughter did something to my insides, the richness and softness in pitch had my belly doing flips. He was handsome all round. The memory of it kept replaying in my head on repeat. I turned to catch a glimpse of him from the mirror and my heart fluttered. His eyes stared straight ahead, catching me in a heated gaze. I promptly looked away, afraid that my cheeks might fall off at the rate with which the red was burning.

Calm yourself, girl!

He was leaned in his seat with legs slightly parted, there was a keen intent in his eyes as his orbs watched me. I was beginning to grow anxious, almost about to squirm. I bit onto my lip, trying to focus on the road and get my mind away from the intense man sitting at the back.

I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him but at the same time, I was afraid that his mood might switch. I had no idea what mood he was in at the moment but there was a gentleness in his aura... I couldn't really explain it but I figured he was not in a sour mood. I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head and I squirmed with my hands tightened around the steering wheel. I blew out a long breath and cleared my thought, bringing my eyes to peek at the mirror, "s-stop looking at me like that." I whispered, unable to contain the butterflies that had erupted in my stomach.

He tilted his head and squinted at me for a minute before he faced his attention on the window. With his gaze no longer on me, I could concentrate better but disappointment poured out of my pores like an overflowing river. I missed his stare. My eyes fell back on the road with hope of feeling his gaze on me.

His silence resonated with a deafening loudness that had me biting my lip in anticipation of any reaction from him. My eyes subconsciously darted to peek through the mirror and his position remained the same. He hadn't moved at all. His face still wore the same blank expression as always. He moved without warning, his eyes landing on mine and again, I was caught staring. I had no choice but to summon courage and hold his gaze.

He tilted his head to the right and continued peering at me, blinking slowly, his eyes penetrative enough to make me feel so bare and exposed to him. I felt stripped, like he could see through me. I shivered as chills traveled down my spine while volts of electricity moved throughout my body, living tingles lying in their wake. I wondered what was going on in that head of his.

Goodness, just a look from him and I was already a mess. My eyes never left his, my mind bubbled nervously and my eyes dipped to look at his lips. I parted mine, letting my tongue dart out and flick over my bottom lip while still gazing at him. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly that it was almost barely noticeable. They dipped slowly before dragging back up again to meet mine. My heart beat accelerated as that action of his had my hands tightening around the steering wheel. He lazily blinked at me before directing his eyes to meet the ceiling of the car.

I immediately looked away, gently letting out a puff of air that I didn't know that I was holding. The atmosphere suddenly felt thick and hotter, despite it being a cold evening. I noticed my thighs had been clamped shut, tingles spreading around, igniting a throb in between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the slippery liquid of arousal seep into my panties-a clear sign of my want for him. He did this to me without even knowing. Didn't he know to never look at a lady like that? Could he be anymore denser than dense or was he just acting like that?