Mission for desire

C h a p t e r S i x

I can still feel his eyes burning into me.

He made it very clear the whole time we were talking that he was jealous of any man who got my attention. In jays eyes I belonged to him. I wanted nothing more than to belong to him.
I also recall him getting angry at me too, when I messaged him he'd reply telling to fuck off, I got that response from him quite a few times. I just figured it's because he couldn't have me.

I look back up at him. I study his perfect face, getting that familiar feeling of aching between my legs.

"Are you going to sit down or just stand there?"  I say to him.

He sits, not breaking eye contact.

"Why did you go quiet after I kissed you? I barely hear from you any more"

I always message you and you tell me to fuck off! I want to say back, but I keep my mouth shut.

I shrug my shoulders not too sure what to say.

He studies my face for a few moments. I can feel my palms getting sweaty, my lower stomach doing somersaults. How can he make me so nervous yet turn me on so much just by looking at me.

Drink he finally says nodding to my wine glass.

I drink, he drinks, there's no denying we get along extremely well, he's told me personal things about his life that he's never told any one else, likewise for myself, there's a strong emotional connection between us, and a massive sexual connection too that we've never been able to act on.

Before we know it the barmaid rings the bell for last orders. It's now early hours of Saturday morning. The hours flew by talking and reconnecting with jay.
It isn't until I get out the bar doors that i realise how many drinks ive had.
I stumble along the pavement jay wrapping his arm around my waist to support me. Not that's it's working very well as he's stumbling all over the place too.