"I feel lost and confused, but happy and certain.
I am like a ball of tangled yarn. The parts that are untangled are available, useable; the rest is a mess, useless until it is untied. That mess feels endless and at most times unyielding."
― Astrid Lee Miles,
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The kiss is electrifying.
Beautiful.
And makes me forget what I came to do.
His arms envelop me like a vice as I look into his beautiful forest green eyes that make me feel like he's looking inside my soul. They say that eyes are a window to someone's emotions and thoughts, a good look and you'll know exactly what they're feeling. And that is precisely how I feel at the moment as he gazes into my own blue eyes, piercing me, pulling me in, Scintillating as the forest shines after rainfall. His sharp jaw sprinkled with small setae of hair, his soft tanned hand, calloused as they trace my jawline.
His soft, red, plump lips are such a beautiful contrast to his tanned skin the way they glisten as he runs his soft pink tongue against them. He pulls me flush against him, my hands rest on his chest as I feel every rapid beating of his heart against my palm, and, I realize that his heart is thudding at the same nervous rate as my own. His arms pull me close, so close that I can feel the very well-built muscle and curve of his delicious body. I breathe him in, the spicy scent of peppermint all I can sense and smell as he pulls me towards his lips.
Evan's hand (that was resting on my lower back) moves up to cup my head, he tilts his head as our lips finally meet in a burst of passion and addiction. My body feels like it's been set on fire as every single inch of me tingles as warmth spreads through me as a fire spreads in a forest, and, I'm burning, I realize, I'm burning in a forest that consumes every single time it touches me. A forest that I can't seem to find my way out of; Evan.
I melt into Evan, my hostility for him completely evaporating as the intoxicating feeling of his kiss fills me up from the top of my head to the tips of my feet, as he moves his tongue against mine with soft, strokes that make me let out an involuntarily moan which makes him, in turn, groan out in approval. I'm drenched, fully, completely drenched. He wretches his mouth from mine as he peppers kisses along my jawline trailing down towards my neck, my hands tangle into his hair as he licks a line from my neck back up to my jawline, tracing it with his tongue. He starts kissing his way up towards my ear where he tongues my ear before biting on it and tugging. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my hand tightens in his soft hair, tugging on it. He runs his hands along my body feeling every curve and arch of it and finally settles on resting one hand against my lower back while the other grabs a hold of my jaw stroking it softly with his thumb.
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His Obsession
RomancePreviously known as; My possessive, obsessive, Arrogant Boss. I. DESPISE him. I. HATE. Him. I LOATHE him with a burning passion! Who the hell does he think he is leading my existence like I'm his own servant? Who is he to sever my liaisons with my c...