Brown eyes. Slender, long nose. Full lips that curved into a smirk, with an eyebrow raised and eyes that pierced into my soul.
"What are you thinking? What's in your head?".
I searched my mind for all I could have possibly been thinking of while I looked at this almost perfect being who tortured me with nothing but his graceful presence in the kitchen's dark, between my legs while I sat trapped on the counter. Thankful to the partial darkness that made it almost possible to be hidden from his view and the little light that seeped in through the window behind me, that made sure i saw him clearly. I was thinking of nothing and everything. I tried but i found no words to describe what was going on in my mind.
He came nearer, closing the non existent gap between us but stopped at an inch or two when I took in a deep breath and lowered my head.
Like in the movies, his hand touched my chin and raised my face up to meet his gaze. "you are beautiful".
I searched his eyes for signs of lies but only found sincerity in his words that made my heart skip a beat. I moved my gaze to his hair and thought of what it would feel like if I ran my fingers through, all the while feeling hot and ashamed.
I sucked in a breath, raised my shaking hand up to his face, closed my eyes and ran the tip of my index and middle finger on his...