“It’s not that simple, Theodore,” she murmured, smelling his intoxicating scent.He smelled like cinnamon and cloves and deep, dark forests.
His phthalo gaze caught hers.
“Yes, it is,” he insisted, reaching one hand out and tucking her hair behind her ear.The graze of his fingertips on her cheek made her blood rush.
“Perhaps I don’t want toaskfor what I want anymore.Perhaps I don’t want to be toldno, again.”
“Calliope...”
“Perhaps I want someone togiveme what I want.Without asking.I want someone whoknowswhat it is Ineed.”
She gazed up at Theo, at his dark, inviting eyes.
Her words made her feel as if she was on the edge of a cliff.One she couldn’t escape, one with dark, churning unknown waters below.
And Calliope wasn’t ready to jump into its cold, shocking waters.
Theodore leaned in just the slightest, his lips inches away from hers.
She settled her hand on his chest, holding him where he was.As badly as she wanted him to kiss her, she knew if she kissed Theo, he would not leave her doorstep.
Because if Theo kissed her, she would take everything he was willing to give, and she would not let him go.
And sheneededto let him go.She could not keep him.He was not a thing to possess, but a person.A student.
And it was a school night.
“Good Night, Theodore,” she said, her voice darker than it should have been.
He dropped his hand, settling it over her hand on his chest.For a moment there was silence, thick and heavy like an ominous villain.
Theo carefully plucked her hand from his chest and raised her hand to his lips.The spark returned, where he touched her, where his soft lips laid a kiss to the back of her hand.
Violet sparks disappeared into the air like fireflies.
He kissed the back of her hand softly, before dropping it, his verdant gaze capturing hers once more.
“Good Night, Princess.I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And with that, Theodore Lange left her on her doorstep, sauntering off to his car.
She watched him leave, unable to tear her gaze from him or the way his perfect ass swayed as he left.
When his car took off, only then could Calliope breathe.
She fumbled with her keys, her hands shaking from the onslaught of emotion and physical response to Theo’s sparking touch, to his soft lips.The ache in her heart spread to every inch of her body.Including her pussy.
She grumbled as she shut the door, tossing her keys on the end table.Only a day ago, he’d been here.They’d rushed into her apartment, hands moving of their own possessed accord, mouths seeking one another for more perfect kisses.
She could still remember the feel of his hands on her thighs, of his lips on her skin.Her gaze settled on the room before her, remembering every step, every moment, with new clarity.
One glance at the clock told her it was nearing nine-thirty.It was not late by any means, but Calliope suddenly felt exhausted.
But her fingers twitched, words starting to form in her brain.
Flashes of color begged to be swatched, to make themselves known.
Calliope wanted topaint.
