His eyes. burned me with his amber, cold-looking eyes as he touched my right ear. he whispered slowly and asked random things from a movie protagonist to what we want to eat in the afternoon. i answered as he asked so many things, yet my mind couldn't stop wander and my eyes kept on ignoring his eyes. it was terrifying yet intoxicating me at the same time. i wanted to push back. my body won't move though, but still i kept my eyes out of his sight.
it's getting warmer, the air conditioner couldn't keep up with the heat from my body. or maybe, our body.
the touch of his hand sedated me as if i get stupefy just from skin-to-skin interaction. he kept on talking and the way he talked to me was mesmerizing. i wish he could stop, but i wanted it more. more of him to be exact. we crossed our fingers and then he let me talk another things, cause he commanded me to.
"your fingers, it fits me well", i said
what a joke of me to talked about his fingers just because i got nervous all the way. i couldn't talk normally. i was afraid he'd knew that i'm trembling. his eyes behind those glasses, mirroring my face. like i could saw my red face from it. but then he knew. he knew i'm trembling. he satisfied by it. i knew he love me when i got totally unfocused with my surrounding.
"damn, shit.. i can't even...", my heart kept on saying this.
it felt like forever, and after that i really wished he could let me go. it's getting to hot for me, i couldn't handle it anymore. i wanted to go. i didn't want to be caught of enjoying this moment. but, deep down i knew i was craving over him. i was craving the touch of our lips, frozen the time around us.
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