"Ugh! Why is he so gorgeous? I wish I could be his girlfriend" I think to myself, it's against the rules but I can dream.
He's a twenty-something gorgeous guy who stands over 6ft tall, gorgeous deep brown eyes that you could stare into all day and soft looking brown hair, the kind you want to run your fingers through. He's slim built & smartly dressed even a simple long sleeved shirt & black trousers look very sexy on him. I'm sure he's toned under his shirt since they're usually a tad baggy. He carries himself like a confident business man but it's like he's missing a briefcase by his side. His voice is deep and just downright sexy and there's the constant distraction of his dashing good looks, lips and the sway of his body when he walks. I admire this man day in and day out, every chance I get I grab it without him noticing. I look at him from head to toe, admiring every inch of his body and imagine unimaginable things that I would love to do to him and being with him.
His name is Ethan and he's a lecturer for our class, I know, I know it's risky but I'm never one to make a move so it wouldn't happen but a girl can dream right? I've grown to be quite shy around him but admiring every inch of him when I get the chance.
I'm starring into space and biting the end of my pen when my name gets called.
"River, can I see you a minute?" Ethan asks and waves his finger towards the door.
"Sure" I respond noticing my voice is rather small. Ugh! I hate that he has all these constant effects over me!
He takes me into a small room across the hall, gesturing me to go in first and closes it behind him. I notice there are a couple of sheets in his hands.
"Sorry, I didn't realize there's only one seat in here but you can hop up on the table or stand, it's up to you. I just want to go through these pieces of work with you."
"That's fine." I claim, noticing once again my low voice and I insist of coughing up what seems like a lump in my throat. The effect he has on me is so distracting.
Ethan goes through my work with me, telling me some errors I've made that need fixing but how generally he's proud of it.
He stands up from the chair, then wonders around the small space in front of him and carries on talking. I'm distracted by his lips and the occasional movement of his tongue swiping over his bottom lip to wet it. Wow! What I'd do to kiss those lips.
Then I realize that I haven't listened to a thing he's said for the past minute or so but I assume subconsciously I've been nodding away like I always do when I zone out of conversations.
Ethan stops talking, the room falling completely silent, I only hear the heaviness of my breathing and the pounding of my heart, my attention is on his chocolate brown eyes and then completely on those bold lips, he sighs and inches himself closer and glances down to my lips then meets my eyes with his full of want.
Whoa! What's happening? I back away out of instinct but I remember I'm sitting on a table that's backed up against the wall but I can't help myself to look deep into his eyes like he's doing with me.
"River, I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at me. Do you want me to kiss you or not?"
Good god! This MUST be a dream.
"Yes." I respond almost immediately.
"Good answer" he implies.
I fully expect him to straight-on launch at me but he doesn't. He inches himself closer but agonizingly slow, my eyes travel down to his parted lips, he's only gone in 90% of the way and I'm sure he wants me to make the rest of the way in but I'm frozen. His expression is full of want and lust. I'm breathless, if his expression can make me feel like this then I can only imagine how something more with him could do to me. He launches at me, mouth to mouth, asking each other with our moving lips for access, it deepens instantly when our tongues connect. I find myself reaching into his hair, running my fingers through it - Oh it's softer than I thought.
