11 parts Ongoing MatureHis gaze was piercing and endless. His eyes vibrant, blue and luminous; like the ocean. Every time he looked at me it was as though they resembled a hurricane, fierce and captivating.
His hair was shining in the pale light of the rising moon and setting sun. It glimmered gold, like crisp leaves in Autumn and fell along his face. The water dripping, falling upon his smooth muscles.
Everything about him made my insides go crazy, I couldn't think properly.
The ocean crashing against the shore gave me a lulling temptation to just step closer.
His face was chiseled by God himself, and his lips, oh his lips. They were pink and pouted; they looked so soft, so poisonously kissable. The desire was inextinguishable. The fire in my heart could not be burned out.
I just wanted to know. I needed to know.
I leaned in and our lips met in a kiss that felt like every bridge that had ever burned, had been burned for me. It felt like nothing imaginable, almost like time had stopped in place and we were frozen in this moment.
No rest or peace was placed along those ominous eyes that resembled the chaos beneath the crashing waves. When he leaned in and closed them, they suddenly looked calm.
Like the ocean.
