OLIVIA:
I don’t know what we were doing.
But I liked it.
We are sitting opposite each other as the waiter takes our order. I am not hungry but I liked that we were sitting together, him reading the menu and me staring at him.
I always liked to look at pretty things.
His forearms were impossible not to admire, a testament to strength, resting on the table as he read the menu, bulging with veins dancing in their luster. They were straight out of the books I read or tried to write about. It was obvious that he worked out. His black hair was long enough for my fingers to run through and grab a hold of him. It was a striking mullet, the shorter sides framed his face with a no-nonsense appeal, while the party at the back cascaded into a dark tousled allure.
It was a hairstyle that I would have found unattractive to others.
But it was him.
Ethan exuded a brand of allure that whispered secrets in the night, a handsomeness that cloaked the world in shadows and stirred the most primal desires.
Like a potent elixir, his presence commanded submission and I was ready to give him that.
Control yourself, Olive.
Guess I would have to write my desires down to control myself.
I have found myself another muse.
“What do you want to eat, Olivia?”
You.
“Whatever you are having is fine by me.”
He nods and continues to order a side of parmesan polenta, risotto, salad, and skillet chicken as the main course. I didn’t know that they sell skillet chicken in Italian restaurants, but whatever.
“Wine? Or did you drive here?”
I hum, looking at the way he presented himself. Despite his casual attire, his magnetic presence outshone the models in their sharp suits with effortless elegance.
Truly, a living embodiment of effortless allure.
“Olivia.”
“Yes?”
He frowns and a look of irritation passes his face for a second before it changes into nothingness.
I realize I want his every emotion.
“I told you, whatever you're having, I'll be having.”
My eyes don't stray away from him. How could they?
He ignores what I say and turns to the waiter. “Cabernet Sauvignon would do. Thanks.” He smiles at the waiter taking our order, his accent posh with the pronunciation as if he was born in its origin and I swear to God, I saw the waiter blush.
Wouldn’t blame him.
He looks back up when the waiter leaves for our food. The dark globes of his eyes look at me with a blend of intensity and tenderness, that set my heart ablaze. His gaze was a magnetic force, and I couldn’t help but be drawn into its captivating orbit, lost in the beauty of his eyes.
“You are staring.”
“Well, you’re worth staring.”
His eyebrows arch and the faintest hint of a mischievous smirk plays upon his lips as he fixes his gaze upon me.
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Connection | 18+
Romance"I want you to have control." He was supposed to be my mentor, and I, his mentee. Instead, he became a warlock, and I, his beguiled. In the middle of their secrecy, they will find a connection they had never before. Secrets will be unfolded that the...
