Throughout the night he flirted with me now and then - or that's what I thought he did, maybe it was just my mind playing tricks with me, making me see what I wished to see. I was so attracted to him, my mind going crazy about him and every single move he made. After a while I found it within myself to let my leg touch his, just like that one time, and for a long period of time he did not move his leg away from mine.
After a while, the confidence in me took over completely and I got up, stretched out my hand and asked Jeffrey to dance with me. He gave me a smirk so mischievous I thought I'd die before standing up, taking my hand and leading me to the dancefloor. We looked each other in the eyes as our other hands connected with each other, and together we moved to the rhythm of Wicked Game.
''Are you sure you're not mad at me?'' I asked again, finding the courage to speak about anything without feeling nervous.
''I'm not mad, trust me'' he looked me in the eyes as we slow danced, the world around me stopping completely as I admired the immaculate face of this perfect man.
''Sometimes I realize myself that I need punishing or something'' I laughed. ''You can punish me if you want, I probably deserve it''.
''Well'' he started ''a bad, bad girl like you...'' he continued as his hand found my back and traveled down slowly, my lips parting, wanting to let out a moan, ''...should be punished'' he pulled me into him, my body smashing into his forcefully but pleasantly. We were glued to each other, his hand remaining on my lower back, his breath tickling my lips and making me want to sin right then and there; I was already going to hell anyway.
''Punish me then'' I whispered.
Sexual tension. There was so much sexual tension between us and the air was filled with longing and desire, my lower stomach burning with craving and the memory of him inside me.
No, I don't wanna fall in love, No, I don't wanna fall in love, With you, With you.
We danced in silence, the only sounds I could hear were the music and the beats of my heart. It felt like he was mine yet like I was so far away from being that. I needed him to keep touching me, the bare skin of my back ready for more, for his fingers to wander, to leave their marks all over me, to cause goosebumps.
''Jeffrey I -'' he shushed me, his thumb brushing my lips gently. I honestly didn't even know what I wanted to say - probably that I wanted him to kiss me. Or to fuck me. To take me on the ride of my life.
''It's okay, doll, just live the music'' his voice was so mysterious all of a sudden, so low, so extremely hot. What the hell was going on with me? I was so attracted to him, so turned on. I was definitely in love with the man, there was so fucking way I wasn't. The things he made me feel were so hard to describe yet I knew exactly that it was what you feel when you fall in love like crazy.
The song changed and it didn't take longer than one second for me to miss his body close to mine after breaking physical contact; I was starting to get addicted to the drug that was Jeffrey Dean Morgan. I looked around to see that people went on dancing dancing and when I made eye contact with Maria, I started laughing when she mouthed a ''get a fucking room''. I wished though.
''You seem hot'' he moved the hair stuck to the warm skin of my neck and blew softly to make me cool down a bit; well guess what, baby? It made it worse. My legs turned weak once again and if he kept doing that I'd have to go down on my knees and suck the life out of him. ''Do you want to go for a walk?'' his voice interrupted my naughty thoughts.
''Yeah, I could use some air'' I said as I held my purse close to my body and headed outside.
We walked, hands brushing against each other more often than expected. It was late at night and we decided to head home even though it was a quite long walk; the July air was warm, the streets were still as crowded as during the day, cars honked everywhere and I was in love - hopelessly in love. How stupid.
''You were better at dancing tonight than you were at my birthday party'' I finally spoke.
''I like to believe I'm better at slow dancing than...whatever you call the style we danced at your party'' he placed his hands in his pockets and looked at me as he spoke.
''You definitely are''. My feet were starting to hurt so bad - I knew they would with the high heels I had on, but I didn't want to miss extra minutes with Jeffrey, so a cab was far out of my thoughts.
''You alright?''.
''Yeah, my feet are in awful pain, that's all'' I laughed.
''Let's sit for a while then'' he pointed at a bench on a more quiet little street on the other side of the road. ''Let me see'' he lifted my feet up in his lap and took off my shoes gently. Unexpectedly he started rubbing my feet with soft hands, causing a moan of relief to escape my throat. It felt so good I never wanted him to stop. My feet really needed that little massage session.
''Why are you so good to me?'' I asked genuinely. He looked at me and smiled charmingly, one of his hands going higher up my leg, reaching my knee and almost my thigh. I bit my lip in need for him to go even higher up, but then he smirked and brought his hand back to my foot again.
''I don't win anything by not being that'' he responded before helping me with my shoes again.
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Seven minutes later we were finally in front of my apartment building and I sighed in both relief and sadness; my feet needed another break but my heart didn't want to say bye to Jeffrey.
''You're a rockstar for walking in those shoes so long'' he laughed as he stood tall in front of me, closer than normal.
''I'm a proud good walker in high heels'' I joked, making him laugh once more.
''It's been a fun night'' he licked his lips, wetting them enough for me to drool, hungry for them. His eyes trailed over my face, making me think he was about to kiss me - good god, did I want him to! He really, really focused on my lips and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when his manly hand rested on my neck.
''I agree. Parties are always fun'' my voice trembled and I felt vulnerable because I couldn't get myself to do anything; I was frozen in place and it was his fault...that stupid, handsome asshole.
His face got so close to mine and I knew for sure that he was going to kiss me. Please, come inside and let us do beautiful, delicious things to each other. I was in desperate need to have his tongue explore my mouth...and more. His other hand rested on my hip, his thumb pressing into my skin softly, making me want to moan out his name. Leaning down, Jeffrey's lips brushed mine softly, making me crave for more. I got on my tiptoes to get some more but he backed up with a grin on his face, knowing exactly what he did to me.
