Of the Stars

Dallas hoisted my small frame against his. The most beautiful eyes reflected down at me through the moonlight. Lust filled the empty air that we breathed. I had never wanted someone so badly. I never wanted someone to want me back. "Come with me," he whispered. I shook my head with a slow pace. "I can't and you know that," I shot at him accusingly. He looked to the moon and back at me with a sad expression. Unhooking his arms from around me he walked around the corner and away. Maybe away from my life forever.