Sweet Dreams
She whispers her words sounding like a half moan as her fingers tighten around her glass.
“You know you want to.”I say as I look straight into her eyes not asking, not begging but studying and reading. The way I read people right before I break them.
And I see it.
I see the want in her eyes, her fear, relief, curiosity and the thing she has never allowed herself to name.
Desire!
My voice deepens, and it sinks into her bones.
“Come with me, Celeste.”I murmur and she closes her eyes for half a second. A war fought and lost in silence.