His darkness
They were a unique hazel color, mingled with green.
So unique yet so dangerous.
He barely blinked his eyes as he looked at me with such longing that I found myself matching his want.
But I knew better, he’s drunk. He’s not completely himself and I shall not do anything stupid.
I had every intention of pushing him away and stop him until his hand touched my face.
The acceleration of my heart has nothing to do with fear but everything to do with what my body really wants, what I really want.
He moved his hand on my cheek, so softly, so tenderly with such delicacy that I leaned against his touch.