05-14-2020, 01:17 AM
Despite the alcohol, his mind was clear...enough. Her eyes seemed to shift, as if they had acquired depth, inviting him in. The play of her tongue on her lips. The feel of her hand on his thigh.
He was sure his pupils were dilated, the scent of her- the vodka and the smoke and the perfume and her musk- a fingerprint he imbibed with each breath.
He was aware his heart pounded. Yet curiously, time had slowed, each bat of her eyelash in slow motion, the slight movement at her throat, so subtle he almost needed to reach out and feel, to be sure. To squeeze.
Her words lulling him as if she knew, as if she was plugged in. A conduit. The connection he hungered for; the proof.
Her promise she could show him. He touched her hand, an answer to her question. "I am. By you." he said simply, swiping his wallet to cover the bill. He would pay any price to know that connection again.
Any price.
He was sure his pupils were dilated, the scent of her- the vodka and the smoke and the perfume and her musk- a fingerprint he imbibed with each breath.
He was aware his heart pounded. Yet curiously, time had slowed, each bat of her eyelash in slow motion, the slight movement at her throat, so subtle he almost needed to reach out and feel, to be sure. To squeeze.
Her words lulling him as if she knew, as if she was plugged in. A conduit. The connection he hungered for; the proof.
Her promise she could show him. He touched her hand, an answer to her question. "I am. By you." he said simply, swiping his wallet to cover the bill. He would pay any price to know that connection again.
Any price.