(Arata)
Those dusky, smooth strands of his partially obscured his sable-shaded peepers, which seemed to pierce through my defences. He didn't move or speak for a few frustratingly long seconds before snaking his thickly muscled arms around my back tighter and pushing me closer to his flat and hard chest.
The air seemed to have left my lungs completely at his action as his head dipped and his supple lips touched my temple.
"Then we will give them a show, just go along with it." His feverish breath fanned my face making tingles dance all over my skin. That cologne of his had mingled with the smell of the cigarette and it didn't help my case either.
Stupidly, I nodded, but for the love of anything, I couldn't relax. This man put me on edge.
I knew there was a window near the foyer which opened into the garden and his mother and sister were most probably watching us.
His hands rubbed on my back in a warming rhythm and this time it was him who said.
"Relax!"
