Sensually

They would occasionally make eye contact, but not a single word would be exchanged between the two of them.

Once they got into the bathroom she was quickly pushed against the wall, his body touching hers. Every breath he took she could feel it against her body, it made her nervous & causing a little blush to appear on her face.

He hovered over her body as his tatted hands grazed her hips, it made her take a deep, shaky breath.

Clearly making him somewhat proud of the effect he has on her, because she affected him just as much. But he had held those feelings far away in his heart, so had she.

They both knew that this was wrong.

Which is why it was even harder to keep apart, the idea of trying to keep their hands away from each other was sensually pleasing.

She loved staring at his tattoos, each time she would stare with amazement in her eyes. And he would watch her each time too.

He stared into her eyes as they moved across his body until they would finally make eye contact, each time brewing up a hot tension in the room.

Whenever he told a story he would look at her waiting for her reaction, and she looked back at him in awe, as he laughed telling his stories.

Even the bad ones didn't sound so bad when he said them.

She was the type of girl who could stare into nothingness for hours and daydream. Each and every one of them was about him. She would imagine how it would make her feel if he touched her in specific places on her body.

Each time the air became heavier.

They were never too close to each other, always had a distance between them and only ever touched to pass a lighter between themselves.

He always watched her as she lit her cigarette, in a way it was sexy you could say, the way she inhaled the smoke and exhaled it made him feel hot and heavy all of a sudden.

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There are many mistakes since it's brand new and fresh, I will try to edit out the mistakes when I get a chance to.