[ His brain is screaming at him but in two completely different voices. One is desperate to leave, but the other is desperate to touch her, to kiss her, to push her up against the wall and fuck her. Not make love to her, but indulge in pure, unadulterated want.
She takes a step forward and his eyes are pleading, too. He wants to go, but it's going to take her telling him to go to make his feet move.
And she doesn't say that. She tells him not to go.
He feels like he's going to implode if he doesn't touch her soon. ]
Please. [ It's a whisper as well, a beg of mercy. But he's struggling against that belief that mercy would be her kissing him. ]
I want you. [ That's all that comes out before the other works choke in his throat. Not "but I should leave" or "but not like this." He just wants her. ]
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She takes a step forward and his eyes are pleading, too. He wants to go, but it's going to take her telling him to go to make his feet move.
And she doesn't say that. She tells him not to go.
He feels like he's going to implode if he doesn't touch her soon. ]
Please. [ It's a whisper as well, a beg of mercy. But he's struggling against that belief that mercy would be her kissing him. ]
I want you. [ That's all that comes out before the other works choke in his throat. Not "but I should leave" or "but not like this." He just wants her. ]