I could never look in his eyes. His piercing gaze could burn my skin even without him touching it. He softly held my hand, his thumb rubbing on my skin drawing small circles. That callously touch of his, warmed my heart. Seem like he cares. Did he?
"Are you okay?", he asked.
No, I am not. Hold me! You'll hear my bleeding heart I wanted to say.
I could feel his breath slightly fawning on my neck as he spoke words of comfort in my ear.
Please don't stop. Let me hear more of your lies.
As he closed the distance between us, my heartbeat sped up. But he was warm and I was melting.
That first little kiss on my cheek was moist. He was sensual and he knew it. He was teasing as he softly placed his hand on my waist and I knew it.
"You are beautiful", he said as he got rid of the a strand of hair from my face. Now I could take a clear look of him. Him: The man I met for the night.
His face manifested a kind of grace; his beady eyes below those bristle brows staring deep into mine sullen ones as if his trying to absorb in them. His fleshy undercut followed by that chiseled jawline and that striking little dimple which made him look way younger than he was.
His lips alluring enough for me to have the urge to bring them to mine's and taste the cigarette he usually smoke. He smelled like those expensive Dunhil with a mix of pungent lavender. I could drown in it. It was intoxicating.
He's physique was written by Eros himself for me to stare and admire or maybe to starve.
I could fit right in his arms as he held me in his clutch. I was suffocated but it was endearing. I wished to take my last breathe there.














to be continued......................
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