wet. dirty. bare. in a puddle on the floor.

He has complete control over me, when he looks right into my eyes I lose myself in those big beautiful blue clouds. His hair all wet from the rain makes me feel like a little girl in a yellow raincoat and red boots splashing around with the boy that lives next door.
Yea that was cliché' but that’s how it is. Ok, back to reality.
He’s so completely off-limits with a wonderful angel at his side.
But I entice him (it’s one of the only things I am good at) and watch him struggle with right and wrong. I should be sorry but I am not, I’m selfish.
I touch him and I can feel it everywhere, like an electric current. (My life has become so habitual I don’t get that anymore – until now.) I can't pull away. Then he realizes what is happening... he can't either.
I try to think of other things but I just can't - now it’s his turn. His beautiful blonde head is on my shoulder and I play with that wonderful hair... such an Arian appearance. I was no longer thinking logically, he lifts his head up... his smooth cheek a centimeter away... a couple more and his lips...
Before I realized it I leaned slightly to kiss him gently once (this is a big deal, have you ever seen pretty woman? well it means I care about this guy) and just as the space between him and I was infinitely small, simply a moment, he pulled away.
Though it wouldn't have hurt, he says it wouldn’t have ended there. I’m so immoral.
Wow I am such a dork, a complete hopeless romantic. It just felt so Pride and Prejudice...
This time it’s not my sex-drive...
This is such a bad time.
We looked into each others eyes for 10 minutes, I barely blinked. His expression was longing, mine was sober and sweet – I am such a liar. He said don’t give me that look and said my name in that “you’re going to make me do something stupid” way. But he wasn’t very convincing.

“it’s so deadly my dear, the power of having you near”


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07:54:20 PM