I could fell his breath against my neck... his frame molding with mine, such a beautiful picture. Our eyes connected, his eyes were so unique, one icy blue and one honey brown, almost as if the ice is freezing his pupil, I took control of our dance. Him following my lead, such a sweet thing. His cold eyes hiding such a passionate desire, I never thought he would look so scary yet vulnerable. I felt him press to get closer to me, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his lips against my neck.
A shudder ran through as he did that, the beat aiding in his predatory scheme.
"It's an omen, caught my baby crying, saw the silver lining."
I could hear the lyrics the song, but what did it mean to me?"Who are you?" He asks, his deep voice whispering in my ears.
"Your Reality..." I tell him.
This...guy, I know of him but I don't know him...He is foreigner for sure, yet he speaks fluent English. His frame was far bigger than most of the guys in his nationality, more fit and built...How did I meet him? At this club that I'm at, I was dancing and he happened to catch my eye. So, I requested more of a seductive song and lured him in. Though, I should've been more careful there was something about him...
"I...I want you..." he whispers, running his lips against my ear.
"We don't even know each other..." I say, but he holds me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist.
The lights in the club dimmed. Neon was bright and out, painting our bodies in some beautiful mirage. Could this be real?When the music ended it felt like I was somewhere else, like... My body was there but, I wasn't. I don't know, it felt like it all passed by too fast...
I pulled away from him and began to rush to the exit, "Wait!" He hollered, but I kept running.
I needed to leave. The man kept following me, I couldn't find a way to escape. I should've been paying attention, cause all at once I felt myself tumbling to the ground. "Damn..." I mutter, strong hands lifted me up. "Please," it was him, "Tell me who you are...".
His blue eye looked like it was melting, as if I was breaking a wall of ice he happened to create.I want to tell him, I really do...but, I don't. I don't want the fantasy to end. To prolong the night, would be something that can only happen in dreams.
I run, that's the only thing that comes to mind. I felt scared of this, it was too much to actually handle. We didn't know each other...
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When I woke this morning, last night blended with everything like a blur. The music, the lights, the dancing, and him...
He was just on my mind, but I know nothing would of happened. My life is just too complicated.
It didn't even feel real. It felt like a dream, was he real? Was everything true? I got up, the t-shirt I was wearing fell down to my mid thigh. The sun shining through my small apartment. I walked to my dresser to grab my phone. Checking in with what happened.
3 New Messages
Keiji:
Have fun last night?Who was that guy?
Zyra, are you okay, you ran out that club quickly. Text me ok?
Keiji, I can always count on him for being so protecting. I shot him a text telling him I'm fine and not to worry about...him...
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"Taecyeon, pay attention, you almost missed the turn!" Nick screamed at Taecyeon. His mind was elsewhere. "Aish, what's up with you today?" Nick asked, turning down the radio.
"Sorry, my mind is just somewhere else..." Taecyeon muttered, it was true.He was stuck on the guy last night. He was just...He couldn't even find a word to describe him. He was so beautiful his greenish brown eyes, Bronze skin, subtle gentle features yet sleek ,defined looks. His eyes were what captured him. The soft, inviting look he would receive, he wanted this man.
"What are you thinking about?" Nick wondered, his interest was piqued. Hearing about his life and problems always seemed to help.
"It's nothing, really." He brushed off easily. It wasn't a topic Taec wanted to bring up, especially with his best friend. He was his to think about and and his only. Even though, he doesn't even know him. But, He will. Before his song of life ends...
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Taecyeon decided he'd find him again, he just needed to figure out how. Florida is a pretty big place with so much people, it's gonna be tough. He could either wait until night and go back to the club, but there is a chance that he won't come back. Taec doesn't want him to disappear. They had a connection...
"I'll ask Nick, maybe he'll be able to help." Taecyeon thought out loud.
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I didn't think this would happen. I just wanted to go to the grocery store, buy food, and leave. I did not expect him to be there. The sad part about it is, we literally ran into each other.
I stared at him with surprise. "I found you," he said. His eyes twinkling with adoration.
I felt very conscious of what I was wearing since I wasn't wearing much. A tank top that came down to my hips, a black flannel with compression shorts. I couldn't help but blush and look away."How'd you find me?" I say, he smiles.
"I just guessed, I had feeling." He tells me, sounding accomplished. Which he should since I wasn't gonna go back to that club.
"Well, what now?" I ask him, he found me. So what does he want.
"I want to get to know you..." he says, his icy blue eye melts, while his brown eye shines. I smile, though I don't know why. His attitude is just inviting and I can't help it."A-Alright..." I hesitate but, agree nonetheless. He smirks. "My name is OK Taecyeon... "
"Zyra Blaine." I tell him, the words pouring out so fluidly. My lips etching into a faint smile. His eyes landing on my lips. "Zyra..." he tests, making me shiver in delight.
"It suits you..." he whispers. I couldn't help but blush. The things this guy does to me. "So, Now that we know each other, how about you and I go on a little date?" He asks, which catches me off guard.
"Are you s-serious?" My voice filled with shock. He nods, closing his imperfectly perfect eyes. I desperately want to see his icy blue eye. His harsh blue, but soft honey brown. "S-Sure." I stutter, my red cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Maybe this won't be so bad...
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My Desire For You
General FictionWho are you?" He asks, his deep voice whispering in my ears. "Your Reality..." I tell him. The lights in the club dimmed. Neon was bright and out, painting our bodies in some beautiful mirage. Could this be real? ©Eli Britford, 2015