Danger Zone

“Please . . .” I whispered, trying to focus on anything other than his fingertips tracing my quivering lips.

“Please what?” He smirked, leaning in closer with each breath.

“Just, kiss me. Please.”

* * *

This wasn’t right. The butterflies fluttering in the pit of my belly, the tingles crawling all the way from my hands to my cheeks, the shivers spawning down to the bottom of my spine, all of this was so out of place, and it scared me.

I had always prepared myself for situations like these. Situations where I was helpless, with no back-up plan, and no way out.

I had always prepared myself for people like him. People that made you insecure, with no hope left, and no way out.

I had always prepared myself for eyes like his. Eyes that made you weak at the knees, with doubts of escape, and no way out.

I was no longer in a familiar, secure safe zone. No, I was lost in his eyes; I was in a danger zone.