Apartment 4B

Chapter 8 - Deacon

What the fuck have I gotten myself into...

The woman that opens the door is flawless.

I never use that word lightly but nothing has ever, or will ever suit anyone better, than the one standing in front of me right now.

She is flawless... Completely and utterly.

I'm screwed.

This woman is going to break me.

Her eyes widen as she fully sees me, and roam every inch of me while my own do exactly the same thing with her. Not caring in the least, as I leave lazy lines up and down her with my eyes.

The dress she has on is stunning.

It's tight as hell, but still extremely classy. The long lace sleeves hug her arms the whole way down, gorgeously see-through. Giving you just a taste at the skin under it, and leave you wanting, practically begging, to find out the rest of the mystery. The neckline is borderline low, cupping and shaping her chest, while the body has this lace over tone, hugging and curving to the rest of her figure, before finishing mid thigh. She turns slightly as her eyes drop lower and I get a small peek at the back, completely covered in the see-through lace once more, leaving a bare patch of skin across her lower back before turning to the same as the front over that ass of hers. The colour freakishly matches my own, being a dark navy colour, contrasting with the blonde of her hair so well as it falls in soft waves over her shoulders, and half way down her back.

I can't stop looking at her.

The dress is the kind that can slay you across a room by just a glimpse, let alone how it almost makes my knees buckle this close up.

Fucking hell..

Her eyes finally come back to my own, and I hold her look, my tongue coming out to wet my lips the instant I see her chest rise sharply.

Fuck, she is barely breathing right now.

The words are out of my mouth, barely registering myself that I've even said them.

"I don't know if I can do this."

Her face falls for a moment, before a soft, tight smile shines.

"Oh, well if you want to bail, that's ok. I mean we haven't left yet, and I don't mind going stag if..."

I cut her off, stepping in so I can reach her. I'm fucking dying to touch her right now. My hand trails along her jaw, lightly brushing my thumb along those lips I've felt like meeting for a while, before I turn my hand over to hold her jaw.

"No, I don't think I can share a room with you tonight, and keep my hands to myself. You look.... You look unbelievably beautiful, Brooke."

She blinks at me for a moment, and I think it's the first time I've ever actually called her Brooke. Fuck, what am I doing...

Her in that dress has seriously fried my brain.. I can't offer her what she deserves. What I know she would want if we took this further...

I don't do relationships... Fuck...

The focus comes back to her eyes, and her smile shifts into something damn right wicked.

"Adults, remember... Now come on, Captain Tight Pants, let's get this show on the road."

Somehow that turns me on even more, than what's she's wearing.

What the hell is happening to me..