He smirks, refusing to stop watching my every move like a falcon lurking around its prey. “Can you blame me? You’re exquisite, Aoi. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I couldn’t without making you uncomfortable.”
We metyesterday. How can he harbor such feelings for a man he barely knows? And I don’t want to hear anything about love at first sight because that’s plain bullshit.
“What do you want, Mr. Lacroix?”
“Andrew.”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Fine,Andrew. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” he says, inching closer to me. “I wantyou. I missed you so much, Aoi. You can’t imagine how badly I’ve been wanting to see you, to talk to you, and touch you.”
I’ve heard those words before.
Seriously, why does he seem so familiar? I’m a hundred percent certain that I’ve heard these words before when I-
Oh for fuck’s sake, Aoi.
You fucking dumbass. Don’t tell me he’s the one night stand I couldn’t remember the face of?
No, there’s no way. If it’s him then he’s been hiding his true intentions since the beginning. Did I get deceived so easily by someone with such a sweet smile?
Hehadin factbeen rather enthusiastic when he introduced himself in the hotel lobby. Didn’t he act as though we were close? I don’t remember well enough what the man I fucked looked like, but the longer I stare into Andrews’ eyes, the more I believe it could be him.
But what if I’m wrong? What if it’s another person and he ends up thinking I’m a sick pervert for assuming it was him?
He stares back at me awaiting an answer and so I clear my throat. “You’ve lost your mind.”
He shakes his head, and reaches for my cheek, brushing his thumb over the tender flesh.
I don’t move, don’t push him away, and definitely don’t look away. He’s mesmerizing, and I can’t force my body to listen to reason.
I want to kiss him.
I know I shouldn’t, but I really couldn’t care less about what I should or shouldn’t do. Reason has no control over my actions and honestly never had.
His thumb caresses my cheek when he realizes I won’t reject his touch. “Maybe I have.”
“I don’t understand you at all.” I lean into his palm, letting his gentleness comfort my bruised heart. “But I don’t get myself either so…”
His rough hand slowly and carefully drifts over my jaw and grazes my neck. I hold my breath, too scared of ruining the moment. His gaze roams my frame, and I watch him caress my nape.
As if pulled out of a daze, he removes his hand and sighs. “I’m sorry that was...weird of me. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?” I grab his hand. “Did I give you the impression I didn’t like it?”
His eyes widen and a chuckle escapes his mouth. “No, you didn’t but now I’m even more lost.”
I lean in closer and place his hand back on my nape, sliding my fingers over his wrist. “Keep going.”
His breathing hitches, and his lips hover over mine in an excruciating sensuality that leaves space to thoughts of our naked bodies tangled in silk sheets.
I’m a liar. A damn good one, too.
I lie to myself every time I claim not to think before I act or not knowing why I behave the way I do. Truthfully, I’m well aware that a part of me wants whatever I’m putting myself through.
I’m constantly punishing myself, and it’s exhausting.
Just one taste of his lips. Just a feel of his waves tangled between my fingers and his large palm on my nape, tugging me closer until I completely unravel.
