the blunt is almost finished, and the room is now hazy with smoke. you watch as he takes the last hit, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
as he passes the blunt back to you, his fingers linger on yours for a split second, caressing your skin gently. you can see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze travels from your eyes to your lips and back again.
"you're staring," you say in a calm tone.
he chuckles softly at your observation, not denying it. "can you blame me?" he replies, his voice low and gravelly. he scoots closer to you on the couch, closing the distance between you even more. "you look too pretty not to stare at."
his words send a shiver down your spine, the way he says it so casually and yet so intensely. you take another hit from the blunt, letting the smoke fill your lungs before passing it back to him. as you exhale, you feel his hand lightly rest on your knee, his fingers gently tracing small circles on your skin.
"you're driving me crazy," he whispers, his voice barely above a murmur.
"you're just high," you say and chuckle.
he shakes his head, still keeping his hand on your knee. "i'm not just high," he says, his words still quiet but firm. "i've felt this way for a while now, but this," he gestures to the smoke-filled room, "this is just making it harder to control myself."
his words hang in the air, the truth of his feelings finally out in the open. you can see the vulnerability in his eyes as he looks at you, waiting for your response.
you swallow, feeling your heart thudding in your chest. "hard to control yourself... how exactly?" you ask, though you know what he means.
he leans in closer, his face only inches from yours. "i want you," he whispers, his voice low and hoarse. "i've wanted you for a long time now. every time i'm around you, it takes every ounce of self control not to pull you into my arms and hold you close."
he raises his hand from your knee and gently cups your face, his thumb tracing your jawline. "i want to kiss you, touch you, make you feel things no one else has ever made you feel."
he moves even closer, his legs now pressed against yours, his body heat radiating through your clothes. "i've imagined it a million times, you know. how your skin would feel under my fingers, how you would taste on my lips..."
he trails off, his gaze moving to your mouth, his eyes darkening with desire. "i've tried to ignore it, to tell myself we're just friends, but i can't deny it anymore. i want you so badly it hurts."
he shifts on the couch, closing the remaining distance between you. his hand moves to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. "it's not just the weed talking," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "i've wanted you for so long, i just didn't know how to tell you."
he traces your lower lip with his thumb, his other hand coming to rest on your hip, pulling you into his lap. "tell me you feel it too. tell me this isn't just in my head."
