Out in Blind Sight

Chapter Six: Seraphs

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My breath caught in the back of my throat. My body went limp as my pulse quickened. I could smell the intoxicating smell of mint off his breath that made me dizzy and my world went into a complete spin. His body was solid against mine holding me securely against the wall so that not even as much as a puff of air could get through. My cheeks went scarlet showing my embarrassment and my uncontrolled desire. My blood pressure spiked intensely causing his pupils to dilate reflecting the equivalent desire deep in his eyes. I was lost. His eyes kept gazing at my lips which were slightly parted. Holy crap, Claire! He is going to kiss you and you aren’t ever going to forget it either. I stood there, waiting to feel the pressure from his bitter-sweet lips demanding the need to be on mine.

His right hand slid up my side causing me to lose all focus with one intense lingering movement. Even though his hand had already extended its journey further upward, his caress idled for what seemed to be forever. His fingers tangled in my hair taking their own sweet time. His touch made its way to gently cup the nape of my neck leaving his other hand wandering; seeking. I lost all sense of control. Without notice, my hands developed a mind of their own; roaming over his lean chest letting my fingers dip in under the robe to come in contact with his blazing hot skin. The sensation was exhilarating. But, I wanted more. It was an itch deep down inside that surfaced and it needed to be scratched.

My body sprung to life wanting to feel his lips on mine. I felt as if I was going to bust at the seams.  I licked my lips as a sign of permission. But, he left me there, waiting and wanting. Oh God, he’s going to make me beg for it. He kept leaning forward keeping his mouth at a realistic distance. I closed my eyes, allowing my mouth to go bone dry. Please let him do it now…

 I heard him move slightly until I felt the soft pressure of his lips against my forehead.  He gently took my hands in his and removed my hands from his chest. Stepping back, I allowed myself to adjust back to normal. I was still leaning there against the wall probably looking like a love-struck fool.

“You know you can breathe now right.” I opened my eyes and allowed air to fill my lungs. He was looking at me with a strict face. “We can’t do this.”

I opened my mouth in protest; not trusting myself to talk I stubbornly closed it again. I pushed myself off the wall even though my balance was shot to hell and made my way back over to the couch letting my body indulge in its surface. My heart was still out of control within my rib cage; along with my blood pounding in my ears. I finally found the courage to speak.

“I don’t understand you. Why can’t we do that? I need to know whatever it is that you are trying to keep from me. I am not some fragile piece of glass that will break and crack when under pressure. I will not let this go until it starts to make sense and I will hound you until you tell me why it is that we can’t be like that! It’s not like fate won’t allow us to… to… you know.” I lifted my hand to gesture. He looked away then, staring point blank out the living room window. My cheeks grew hot in frustration.

“I… I can’t tell you why. It’s complicated; can we just leave it at that? Please?” His expression matched his pleading tone. I let it slide as he made his way over and sunk into the couch next to me.  I relaxed a little letting the possibility of me ever feeling that way again beginning to look so far out of reach. That though of feeling that with him ever again was gone for good. I mentally hugged myself, giving myself some sense of comfort. He reached out and took my hand in his again.