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Lust: noun; intense sexual desire or appetite.
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I propped my elbows up on the edge of the windowsill watching for any sign that Erik was coming towards my home. Even with the tossing and turning I did last night, I still got up at the crack of dawn wondering when I'd here my doorbell ring. I had spent hours writing down all the feelings that went through my mind in the last twelve hours, trying to solve all the internal conflicts I was currently having.
Victor texted me around ten telling me that he'd be home around seven, it was now twelve. The thought of Victor walking in to Erik and I alone in our home made me anxious. Not that I was scared he would catch us doing anything, but knowing Erik's smart ass mouth, something would go wrong.
The two men where like night and day. I would try my damn best to keep them apart. I had hesitated texting Erik this morning, but I had to see when he would or if he would show. I had yet to receive a response and his read receipts where off, fucking up any opportunity I had to know if he had seen it.
All I know was that I couldn't just sit here the rest of the day looking out at the rain, I had to keep my mind occupied. I cleaned up around the house, caught up on my shows and took a shot of Hennessy to try to ease my nerves. I glanced at my phone groaning.
4:38 pm
Still no word from Erik and the paranoia began to set in. I felt a headache slowly coming over me and I rubbed my temples. Fuck, that shot was a bad idea...
The sound of my doorbell ringing made me the pounding in my head increase and my stomach do back flips. My body temperature had to have went up by five degrees easily. I hurried to the door, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in my shirt. Damn, I was letting this man get in my head. I slowly opened the door to reveal Erik standing in front of my. He was dressed in a blue, long sleeved shirt that accentuated every muscle on this torso.
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(Y'all ever wonder what that mouth can do cause I sure as hell do! 😩🤪)
I gasped and instinctively ran my hand along his chest seeing the numerous amount of bumps that raised through his shirt. I couldn't believe I didn't catch it last night, but I guess he was wearing a thicker jacket. He'd always had scars, but now... now they were on almost every inch of him. Even with his scars, he was still absolutely delectable. I could feel the pool of heat start to form in my pants. He looked down at me smiling sadly before taking my hand in his, kissing my knuckles lightly.
