Desire {L.H a.u}

Prologue

He tilted his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke into the already dingy room. It had become almost foggy with the abundance of cigarettes in there. I was simply there for my friend whilst she spent time with her boyfriend, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He was more intoxicating than the nicotine he was inhaling. The way his tongue would occasionally dart out to damped his dry lips, nudging the small black lip ring nestled in the corner on its way, and the way his icy blue eyes would flutter shut now and then as he breathed in.

Luke Hemmings was a drug himself, one that was incredibly addictive. Once you were in, there was no escape. Not everyone wanted to escape, but then again, not everyone wanted to become addicted, but someone so captivating made it difficult not to. The last thing anyone wanted was to become dependant on his attention, to crave his touch, but that's how many girls had ended up; left behind as he moved on, ready to find a new victim whilst they were still holding on, yearning for him.

I wasn't sure if he didn't notice, or just didn't care. He had the sort of attitude that made life seem so easy for him, like everything went his way - and it seemed it did. Despite his lack of attendance to classes, he maintained a B average, despite his lack of commitment, he maintained having a girl on his arm.

No matter how much I stared, trying to find some sort of physical flaw, I couldn't find one. However he was bad news and I knew that. A red flag amongst the temptation, the truth behind the desire.

I wanted what I knew I shouldn't want, and although my brain was screaming at me to snap out of it, when our eyes locked across that smoke filled basement I didn't look away. He had me.