Lovely Desire

Explanatory

Explanatory

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   Trent seemed to be contemplating whether he should tell me his explanation or not. I just stood there, a little dazed from our make out session.  I looked at Trent as he ran his fingers through his hair. He rested his hip against the copy machine and stared at the ground. I waited patiently for him to look at me. When he did, he just frowned.

I took a step toward him and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Just tell me, Trent." I said softly.

Suddenly, he picked me up and placed me back on top of the copy machine. The movement was so swift and quick, that I was a bit breathless afterward. He smiled wryly at me.

"You might want to sit down for this one. It' s a bit of a long story." he said.

I nodded and swallowed pass the lump in my throat.

            I was swinging my legs nonchalantly when Trent finally stopped pacing. I looked up from counting how many tiles were on the floor and met Trent's gaze. His eyes were hard and had no trace of emotion. I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the floor.

"Do you still want to know my side of story?" Trent said, breaking the silence. I nodded without looking up. Trent exhaled, but I still didn't look up. I watched at my feet swung back and forth, trying to fight the urge to look at Trent.

"Well, I have a fiancée,"

This caught my attention. I looked up and stared at him with wide eyes. I felt my mouth slightly drop open in awe. Blush started to slowly cascade across my face and my heart started beating faster. My eyes started to burn up, but Trent spoke again. "An ex fiancée, who doesn't understand that it's over."

            I tilted my chin up a fraction before examining him.

Of course somebody would be attach to him. He was such a beautiful man. In all my life, I never seen features so sharp, and defined, and beautiful. Not in movies, on the internet, or nothing. He was like Adonis come to life. Which were one of the reasons I wonder why Trent even likes me. I'm not very pretty. I can admit that. So why does he even bother to be with me? Why does he want us to have a more intimate relationship instead of the student teacher relationship we should have? What is so different about me? Why won't he mess with some of the prettier girls? Why did he chose me?

"Trent," I said in a tiny voice.

He met my eyes, his gray eyes smoldering. "Faith," he said softly.

I fiddled my fingers and bit my lip. Slowly, I said, "Why did you chose me?" I asked, lowly. I dipped my chin. "Why not another girl? A more prettier girl. Someone who might meet your standards." I looked up and looked him straight into his eyes. My green eyes bored into his gray, smoky ones. His gaze didn't falter. He stared back at me with just as much intensity.

            He kept staring into my eyes as he took the few steps towards me. His strides, were graceful and masculine, and long. He smiled an inviting smile, his dimples deep and very attractive. I started to get lost in his beautiful eyes. I tried to hide a smile beneath my bangs. When he reached me, he placed his hands on both sides of my face and held it there, still staring into my eyes. His eyes would sometimes peek at my lips, and I smiled as I saw his struggle not to kiss me.

"Faith, you must know that you're very precious to me." His cool breath washed over my face. I leaned in, wanting more of the intoxicating scent. His calloused thumb gently rubbed circles on my cheek. I bit my bottom lip against the feeling that coursed through me. The amount of want and love that was passing through me, shocked to my very bones. I really truly did love this man. A lot. And what scared me the most was that I didn't think I could ever stop loving this hunk of a man, no matter what.