His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, he moved towards me and put his hand on my shoulder, lessening the distance between us.
I could feel the tension in my own body, the effort of not giving in at that moment, of not letting him pull me against him.
Not letting myself take that one chance, however formidable and absurd and unwise, and kissing him the way I had thought, I would never in my life.
I had never wanted like this before. I understood him, smiled a little when he smiled. I saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath.
There was no Eric James Winslet more real than the one I saw in his eyes when I looked up at him.
"You can close your eyes," He whispered in my ear. My eyes fluttered shut, his mouth came down on mine. And that was it.
All the self-control I had exerted over the weeks went by. My arms came up around his neck and he pulled me against him. His hands flattened against my back. I was up on the tips of my toes, kissing him as fiercely as I could.
I didn't know what I should have done or said next if it would have been something I could never have pretended away or taken back, but I heard a soft hiss of laughter.
Eric James Winslet a ruthless businessman who has already completed 27 yrs of his life being the king of his territory.
Scarlett Miller, a business administration student; with the spice of fashion designing.
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