“Yeah so, if you look here at this data, this part actually makes sense…” His voice trailed off again. Damn, this is the 3rd time today. You shake your head, trying to tune back in to what he’s saying. Something about…math? You’re trying to puzzle out what he’s saying but his eyes are way too distracting. You’re trying to maintain eye contact, show him that you’re listening to him, but you can’t help but notice his eyes are a gorgeous shade of olive. Or is that what Home Depot calls moss green?
Your gaze trails over his face, his lips curving into a smile, and you wonder, are they soft? Makes you wonder what it would be like to slide your hands into his hair so you can hold him steady and tease his lips with yours. You slide your tongue along the seam of his mouth and when he lets out a gasp in either surprise or arousal – you’re not very picky at this point – you take the opening that he gives you and you taste him. He tastes exactly how you’d imagine him to taste – warm, sweet, and soft.