Like the ocean

The awakening

Ashton

Her tongue was soft as was her skin. I traced lines up her back and soaked in her warmth.

What made her so intoxicating, I had no idea.
Around her, I feel desperate for her attention.

It makes me nervous, anxious, impatient, and imperative to make her mine. But at the same time, could this just be a hyper fixation, a small obsession, the storm before the calm?

Was what I was feeling just some sort of fluke?

But why feel anything at all if it was? The way her hips swayed to the beat, the way her hair felt through my fingers, the way she would look at me.

She was a force to be reckoned with.

I'm sure no one's ever told her that.

I'm sure no one's ever told her that she could make men sin as she pleases with one bat of her lashes, and if witchcraft was real, it was laced on her lips.

The thing is, I've never felt my heart race before, but every time I see her, I just want to demolish her. I want to ruin that pretty makeup and rip off her clothes. I want to kiss her down her body and taste every inch of her. I want to make her mine. I don't want anyone to even look at her.

I despise her hold on me. I barely even know her. But I knew enough. I knew she was proud, shy, and unashamed in herself. I knew she didn't care what other people thought of her and she hated superficial layers. She liked substance and raw materials. She liked divination and effort. She liked passion.

I could see it all in her eyes, telling me she wanted to be put in her place. She wanted me to tell her I want her.

I loved that. I'll torture her to pieces.

I'll covet her thoughts. I'll let them consume her till all she could ever want, crave, or desire is me.

"Athena."

Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips were slightly parted. She eased down from around my shoulders and rested her hand on my stomach.

She was going to be the death of me.

"Athena, let's go."

"What? We can't leave."

"Yes, we can."

"Wait, but why?"

"Because if I wait any longer, I'm going to have an aneurysm."

Athena busted out laughing and grabbed onto my arm, her ballet pink nails lightly digging into my skin.

I want them to sink into my back.

"Athena, I'm serious. Let's go. Don't make me say it again."

Finally, she went docile, obediently grabbing my hand as I opened it for her, leading her out of the club to my car.

"I should probably let my friends know I'm leaving."

"Just text them."

"But-"

"Athena. Shut up and listen."

And she did.

Fuck. I'm screwed.

I opened the car door for her before entering the vehicle. I connected to my music, playing Lady of Neptune by Tory Lanez

Athena was surprisingly silent. She looked flushed, her cheeks pink.

She was really pretty, with silky brown hair and warm eyes to match. It made me sick knowing I couldn't stop thinking about her.