The Love Game

Prologue - The Dream

Where am I? Where have I been for all this time? It seems to be that I'm in some kind of illusion. But where? After when I constantly blink every 3 seconds, everything blurred into the background of the beach. The wind blows silently, causing my goosebumps to become visible. I take small steps on the dusty sand, because it isn't really the type of state of mind that I would contrive anyhow. As I take these small steps I can't help but look around this unfamiliar area of which I am now discovering. The roaring oceans crash into one another, making them land on my feet. Ironically, they feel bitter cold, yet it is at a calm dimension. By when I stop myself when I see a seashell, I could help but to be so amazed seeing one for the very first time. "Incredible..." I whispered, "I shall keep it for my collection I suppose." I place the seashell inside my pocket, however, it took a long time to reposition it so it would not impale my thigh. After a few attempts, I had succeeded into putting inside my pocket. But that's not the only thing that was significant. I immediately was surrounded by a brawny shirtless male. He figure was still, and had not flinch a single bit. His blonde-brown hair swaying through the air, making me lose my train of thought. His hole jeans had yet to be very dirty, yet however his jeans started to line at the very end of his V line. His six-pack was very visible, and quite tender. I longed to feel the sensation of himself. Being seduced by a quite handsome whom I classify as a stranger. But who would have empathy of my conceiving thoughts? Shaking myself off from the mesmerizing daydream, I asked him, "For whom you might be?" He gave me a tempted smirk, but was able to respond respectfully. He crosses his muscular arms replying, "David. David Blackwell." For a moment his smirk goes away, and slowly makes his way towards my direction. "And for whom you might be?" He mocked my question. Oh dear, he is trying to play along with what I had asked him. The sun shines through David's hair, making it unusually glossy. "Um...Elizabeth. Elizabeth Cardwell." I say in a quite shy tone. "Beautiful," he says immediately while looking around, "Elizabeth. It reminds me of a passion fruit. Yes...ah. Elizabeth." I start to smile, and become very shy. David somehow knows how I am feeling. He knows my actions. He knows my reactions. He knows my intentions. As soon as I knew it, David had starting staring at me again. But this stare wasn't just any stare. It was a romantic type of stare. A type of stare saying 'I need your soft and tender skin on me.' But how could I contrive such a thing like that? Before I knew it, he lean onto me...his breath and scent had made me want him even more. He untucked my hair from my ear, and whispers in a soothing tone "...I know love you me." I start to blush. I try to pretend it was just a delusion. He continues, "If you want me...come and have me." I froze for a few seconds, but I felt very hesitant about his order. How could I turn this down? I grab his muscular left arm tightly, and give him an intense stare. We made serious contact. We wanted it. As of right now. Before I knew it, we are kissing. His lips speak a language that is non-existent to humanity. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. No holding back whatsoever. Our kiss grew from french kiss to an intense kiss. It was wonderful...it was almost like taking a walk on a beautiful day at the city park. Just as I thought this kiss was tangible, I had woken up. I sigh and slam my hands against my face. "Every time," I muffled to myself. I collapse my hands on my lap, and fell back onto my pillow carelessly. Hoping that I can have another chance to have a dream without any interruption.

HI GUYS! Tevin here! This is my very first story and so it might have some grammar issues or whatevs! Sorry... :( I'm so new to this and I'm trying to get used to it! Vote Favorite and all that! Thank you guys! Stay tuned for Chapter 1 of the Love Game!