09 | the fine art of seduction.

SHAYLA'S P.O.V

I did not wear any heavy emotion well. I have always had this habit of dressing up the darkest of my emotions in tight, costly fabrics ; too much of eyeliner and the boldest strokes of lipstick, and high heels.

I tried to shove all of such feelings deep down, hoping they would go away. But the dark, heavy emotions always left a trail, and it lingered there. They burned into my memories. The feeling was always undeniably there, swirling beneath the surface, threatening to burst out at the softest of words & gestures.

It was a very ugly thing that screamed for attention, demanded to be freed, but I couldn't let it out. So instead, I smiled and tried to revel in the glances that were always thrown my way. So instead, I thrived and seeked solace in the temporary intimacy offered by casual hookups.

Last night had left me quite frazzled. And a little (lot) flustered too. For the first time in my life I felt all flustered for kissing a guy on the cheek.

And so, to lighten m