Blinded By His Words

*Blinded by love Twenty-four*

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Uneasiness runs throughout my body as his hands roam up my sides. I attempt to snake away from his touch, but his hands are harshly gripping my hips that there's no getting free from him. 

I was the prey, him the predator, and he's just caught his favourite dish. 

"Erwin!" I laugh, breathing heavily when his hands find the right spot.

Smirking, he suddenly pulls away from tickling me. "C'mon you," he pants. "We'll miss our reservation."

Helping me up, his hands latch onto my sweaty ones. Breathless laughs still come from me as I dizzily stand, his arms supporting me. We'd got ourselves ready half-an-hour ago, but got caught up when I playfully nudged Erwin. Our playfulness leading us both to be on the floor while he tickled the life out of me.

Slipping on our shoes, the impatient taxi out front honks at us to hurry up, he chucks my coat over. Thanking him, I throw on my navy blue coat. Opening the front-door to his apartment, Erwin lead me out into the coldness of the night.

"It's not that cold." He teases me, locking up and rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Let's go, the taxi drivers going to have a hissy fit otherwise." 

Sighing, but just because of how cold it is, I excitedly hook my arm around his. "Alright," I smile. "Let's go."

Nodding, we slowly walk forwards. The moment we arrived at the black taxi, the man fumingly watched us slide in and get belted up. Hand in hand, the engine started and we headed on forwards to a same restaurant the other side of town. We'd been there once or twice before and decided that we couldn't think of anything better to do, so we're going there.

"Alright, that will be—" But before the angry male could even speak, Erwin had the right amount of cash placed in the mans awaiting hand.

Silencing the man, Erwin pulled me with him into the double door restaurant where a waitress handed us a menu and pointed us towards a table. 

"Have you pick what you would like?" Erwin asked only five minutes after we'd sat down. "I've got mine, so are you ready to order?"

"Yeah," I nod, handing him the menu. "Can I have No.3?" I ask, his eyes observing the sheet.

"Of course. Waiter!" 

Once another male, the waiter, came over, we had our meals ordered and two glasses of coke before us, neither really wanting to drink anything. We were silent for minutes on end but it wasn't an awkward silence, more of a comfortable one. 

"Jean called," I suddenly said. He growled but I took no notice of it. "He said I don't have to bother going in tomorrow or Saturday because tomorrow they are closing earlier for Marco's mother is visiting and on Saturday is Marcos birthday!"

Not to tense about the fact Jean's name was brought up, Erwin relaxed in his seat and took a swig of his drink.

"Good," he hummed. "It just means I get more time of you to myself."

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The air was thick with suspension of what was to come. Eyes locked with one another, coughs and shaky breaths filling the room. 

No words were spoke, not loud movements happening. Everyone just sat like Mahicans, not daring to break to silence. It was intense and they all knew it. Palms of hands sweat at the glaring eyes their way, the furrows of brows arching downwards making it look that bit more serious.