Suffocate

ONE

INTRODUCTIONS

We met at a party.

I remember coming with a friend of mine, one who didn't stay with me for the majority of the night. There was drinking. Loud music. Socializing. How exactly did I end up here? How did I end up in a corner, watching everyone else mingle? I was standing off with my back to a wall, blending in with the crowd. I was invisible until someone spotted me, and they decided to pay attention. That was different.

I kept my eyes trained on her, because it was the only thing my brain was telling me to do. It was like a part of me was trying to look away, but the want to keep looking was overpowering the other. What made me look in her direction in the first place? She had long dark hair, that came down to her collarbone, just above her breasts. She was wearing a tank top in white, almost see through, enough so that I could tell she was wearing a black lacy bra. I tried not to stare at that part of her body too much, but my eyes kept flickering down there once in a while.

I tried to break the eye contact, but I just couldn't. Once we locked gazes, I didn't know how to escape it. Sharp jawline, sandy blonde hair. He was looking at my boobs. I could tell. Even though he was standing a ways away, it was obvious by the way his eyes would lock on mine, then drift down to my chest. He was staring at them again. I crossed my arms over my chest as I looked at him, and raised my brows at him when he looked me in the eyes again.

I'd been caught. I smiled tightly in embarrassment, feeling my face heat up and my face flush sheepishly.  Luckily, she didn't seem mad, finding my humiliation almost enough punishment. I couldn't stand there and leave it at that, so shaking my head at myself, I began making my way over to her, moving my way through the groups of people that were in my path to get to where she was standing. Once I was finally in front of her, I let out a deep breath and smiled apologetically. "Hey, look, I'm really sorry about that. I swear I wasn't trying to stare, I was just--"

I chuckled at him, and uncrossed my arms in front of me. "Looking at my tits?" He nodded ruefully. Any other situation and I may have actually been mad. But the alcohol in my body may have loosened me up, making it so that I was okay with things like this, when on any other day, I probably would've slapped him across the face.

"Can I get you another drink?" I asked, raising my brows at her. She just looked at me with a smirk, and glanced down at her cup, then back up at me. It was completely full. "Okay then, never mind. No drink. How about..." I tried to come up with something different; anything that could keep the conversation going. My mind had suddenly gone blank. All the smooth talk I had experience using on girls was suddenly wiped clean from my brain. It was like the words couldn't even form in my mouth. I couldn't think clearly.

At a closer look, I noticed how his eyes were a blue, maybe green color, the lighting was twisting my ability to identify the distinction between the two, but they had golden specks in the inner circle around his pupil. I was sure of that. I could get lost in the sea captured in his eyes, the gold acting as the sun glinting off of the surface of the waves. I could tell he was struggling. I liked knowing that he was trying hard with me. I just hoped it was for the right reasons, or maybe just the reason I wanted him to be.