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"Be a little enthusiastic you're on a trip with pirates!" He exclaimed happily, raising his free arm in joy, and like a shock wave I realized that I had forgotten who these people were, their kindness camouflaged their true nature, they were pirates.
I try to walk past him not trying to entertain his comments, and he stands in front of me his frame standing larger than mine, his chest facing me as it protrudes from his button-up vest.
He grips my arm, "Don't walk away from me," he growled, his gaze fixed on my eyes, and I do the same unable to look away.
I noticed he started trailing his eyes down my face now looking at my lips. I stood still unsure of what to do, without noticing I was now looking at his lips, his face feeling closer than it was before.
My breathing became audible as we were merely a few centimeters away. He stops, "You have no hierarchy over me," he whispers, not moving.
I try to read the situation, but all I could think about is my desire to lean forward, let my lips brush his, a forbidden tide I could not resist.