All Because Of Him

seventy.

I'd be lying if I were to say that I don't think about it.

     That my body doesn't tingle every time I remember how close he was to me last night, or that I haven't caught myself running my fingers across my lips, the image of his thumb brushing across it still vivid in my memory.

    How his gaze would flick to my mouth, his eyes filled with dark, deadly sins. The way his nose would rub against my cheek, so soft and gentle, and how hot and heavy our breaths were, meshing together as one.

     His grip on me. On my neck, my waist, holding me against the door. Caging me in from running away, it was so dominating, so controlling and commanding.

     But then my mind drifts off to his words; the way he spoke to me swirls heavy into the back of my mind, and I often find myself struggling to find the meaning behind them.

   Even the vaguest recollection of it sends hoards of butterflies in the pit of my gut.

    I shouldn't have flirted with him like that.

    And he shouldn't have touched me like that.

   At this point, I'm starting to worry about my own sanity.

     "You ready to go?" Jessica asks me, breaking me out of yet another lust filled daydream- third one of the day and it's only noon.

    She slings her purse over her shoulder, looking at me from across the room and I drop my fingers from the bottom of my lips, untuck my legs together and stand up from the couch.

    "Ye-yeah, let me just get my wallet from upstairs."

    "Okay, I'll be in the car." She tells me, and I nod my head, walking past her and up the stairs towards her bedroom.

     After I quickly pick up my wallet from the corner of her nightstand I hurry out the door, closing it behind me. Although my thoughts are still running wild, it doesn't take long for my nerves to recognize a familiar figure walking toward me.

     I continue on straight down the hallway, and he does the same until we both reach exactly in the middle. I stop less than a foot away from him, our chests just inches apart. His body towers over mine, full pink lips in a sly lopsided smile, eyes glinting as he gives me a once over before coming back to my face.

     "Goodmorning." I speak softly, trying not to focus on the plush pink lines of his mouth.

    "Goodmorning."  His eyes bore into mine and an excited thrill works its way down my spine.

     Silence stretches on between us before I speak up, "So, how'd you sleep?"

    I wish I have the ability to ignore the way a smile curves at the corner of his mouth, or the sliver of untamed electricity that sparks between us, but deep down I know that will never happen.

     "Difficult at first, but then I took care of all of my inner... frustrations."

    I offer him a small smile, his green eyes sparkle sharply above me, and when he gently pierces the flesh of the bottom of his lip with his teeth I become fully aware of how unsteady my breathing is.

     "Frustrations? Something tells me you're a very frustrated man."

    "Indeed."

     My heart rate accelerates as he steps a bit closer to me, closing the gap between us. Every atom in my body hums at how conscious it is of him. The faint scent of his cologne invading my senses, his large built frame going up and down with every breath he takes.