This was written for my girlfriend. Let me know what you think and if you want part two!
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Your frustration has reached the point where it can no longer be forgotten. You want – you need – to see it burning in my eyes, tightening in my chest. You want to run your hand down my side and giggle in my face while you feel my stomach twist as I’m consumed by a jealousy that I cannot deny.
His eyes are the kind of blue that sparkle even when the lights are off, his skin is soft but marked by the occasional scar. His smile is bright and wide, but the lift at the corner of his mouth is a perpetual tease. He brushes your shoulder gently as he moves by. He knows that you’re taken, but more importantly he knows the way that he makes you feel.
Weak.
And powerful.
You cross your legs tightly at the table as the party sits down for dinner. Your hand is on my leg but your thoughts are elsewhere. You watch him closely as he sips from a glass of wine. He and his conversation are at the opposite end of the table, but his eyes meet yours as his lips leave the glass.