Mesmerized

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" I want to be the rantipole to your ludic" his husky voice makes a shiver run down my spine.
He would always talk to me with words I knew nothing about. Trying to talk me around things instead of through them. As if he wanted to keep the secrets but were too eager to share the details.

"What does that mean?" I turn in his arms and as I face him I raise one of my eyebrow at him and tilt my head to the side.

Challenging him.

If it had not been for the mischievous smile playing on his face, or the wildness twisted with madness lurking in his eyes, i would have though he wanted to tell me another lie.

But this time..

"It means art" his lips searched mine. His hand trailing my shoulders and up my neck, locking them together in the strands that was my hair.

This time..

He wanted to mesmerize me.