She belongs to him.
He lives for her.
He breathe for her.
He waited for her, and now that she's here . He not going to let her off his arms.
"You reek of him." For a moment, I was left breathless, and my stomach erupted with colourful butterflies. His voice wasn't the kind that was smooth, sweet, and melodious. It was the kind that was harsh, hard, and rough, it was raspy in a way that has bass at the end.
As cliché as this may sound, it was pleasing to my ears like a dull lullaby. I swear I could listen to him talk all day.
Until his words registered in my brain, and I was like, "What?" I frowned at him.
"And I don't like it." I saw his tongue flog the rooftop of his mouth.
"I don't like it when other males have their scent on you." At this point, I began wondering what he was talking about and who he was talking to, because I am certain it was not me.
I know I have a funny look on, since I was inwardly doing the same.
"Luna, I believe you're the one I'm talking to. Show me, where did he touch you." Oh, how I want to sigh dreamingly, there's something about the way he speaks that makes my insides giddy.
Wait, What?
"How did you know my middle name?" I asked.
"Show me where he touched you because I'm seconds away from going out there and snapping his neck." He growled, like the animalistic kind of growl.
I somehow knew he wasn't kidding, and I'm not about to take his warnings for play.
"Here," I told him, putting my right hand on the table, he was quick to take my hand in his grasp. I watched in surprise, while my face burned in embarrassment when he started rubbing his against my hand in a possessive way.
"Mine!" He claims, now we all agree that I'm not crazy. "You're mine, mine only." He affirms.
"Go home, darling, and make sure to stay away from those males." He stood up and left like nothing happened, leaving me to stare after his retreating back dumbfounded.
This date is a total disaster.