Mesmerized...
That's the only way to describe the awe-struck feeling you get whenever he draws you near. The gentleness you want to push away from comes swirling back to you in a twirl of confusing emotions. You promised not to hurt him...at least...
He stares at you in a way that makes it seem like you're a sizzling steak in front of a lion.
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The sheen the candle light shines onto his midnight black nail lacquer matches the darkness of his eyes.
It's a bit weird that just the two of you are alone in the dinning area. It's clearly dinner time yet the place is deserted. You're glad that the room is only lit by candles on each and every table. If not, he'd surely see the blush rising on your cheeks from his intimidating stare.
"Pardon me, darling. You simply took my breath away for a moment...," he says as he rises from his chair.
You try your best to seem graceful as you glide over towards him. You're wearing a classic little black velvet dress. Spaghetti straps holding up your almost overflowing cleavage. He pulls your seat out for you, a wave of his hand welcomes you to sit.
"Thank you," you manage to say but with a slight hitch to your breath as his hand lingers on the warm flesh of your naked shoulder. His fingertips soft on your skin.
He lets out a little laugh. A bit of nervousness, perhaps on his part, too? Anyway, he conceals it well...
"I'm so glad that you've decided to join me."
"You hardly we're gonna take no for an answer," You smile smugly, confidence fueling into your bloodstream as the warm red wine trickles down your throat.
His browsrise as he adjust himself in his seat. He swirls his own wine carefully, inhaling the sweet aroma before sipping.
"Quite the quickness," he murmurs inside the glass before placing it down to lick his plump pink lips.
You've noticed this little quirk about him. The lip licking. It intrigues you. Makes your mind wander. Maybe that's what he wants.
"I apologize in advance," you say, dabbing your lipstick with the edge of your napkin before placing it in your lap your hands fidget with the silky fabric as you speak.
"I'm a bit of a lightweight, if I'm being honest. Red wine...it makes me fiery...," you admit and watch his eyes glow from behind the flittering flame of the candles between you.
"Well then, let's call for the bottle," he laughs a throaty laugh, covering his mouth with one large, delicate hand, flicking his wrist as he snaps his long fingers for the waiter to come closer.
