Teaser...? TEASER!!!
I think it's time... don't you? xP
Thanks for all the wonderful and supportive responses last entry. I wish I could group hug you all. <3
Why prolong it?
Carlos was caught up watching the crinkles around the corner of her eyes that appeared only when she laughed. The jealousy he’d felt just moments earlier fled in the wake of her statement, and something else had taken root. This entire time he’d thought she was seeing someone. Now that he’d learned she was single, a very primal part of him rejoiced at the news.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, when he hadn’t said anything. She indicated the door behind her. “I still owe you a dinner.”
That primal part of him clamored in acceptance. Outwardly, he appeared laid back, as ever. “Sure, I’d like that.”
The smile she bestowed on him made his heart quicken. Stop it, he told himself as he followed her up the spiraling staircase into the main living area. Just because she’s single doesn’t mean it’s okay to do anything about it. You’re still leaving in two weeks. No sense starting something you just can’t finish.
Sobered by the reminder, he tamped down the desire he held for her.
At least, it was tamped down for the thirty seconds it took him to walk into the kitchen. There, it flared again tenfold, and he had to bite back a soft curse.
She was bent over, rooting through the shelves in the refrigerator, and her skirt did little to hide the outline of her curves. It stretched tautly against the delicious round of her bottom, the waistband pulled slightly down from her blouse, and he could see a glimpse of the cream-white skin of her lower back.
Expertly he pressed his back against the wall so as to keep himself rooted to the spot. In his mind, however, he did not have as much self-control, and he was entertaining a thousand erotic fantasies, all leading to the end result of dinner forgotten and a newly cleared expanse of counter-top. Or possibly a rumpled floor mat. Or maybe pots and pans strewn all over the floor from a hasty encounter up against the wall where they hung . . .
Thanks for all the wonderful and supportive responses last entry. I wish I could group hug you all. <3
Why prolong it?
Carlos was caught up watching the crinkles around the corner of her eyes that appeared only when she laughed. The jealousy he’d felt just moments earlier fled in the wake of her statement, and something else had taken root. This entire time he’d thought she was seeing someone. Now that he’d learned she was single, a very primal part of him rejoiced at the news.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, when he hadn’t said anything. She indicated the door behind her. “I still owe you a dinner.”
That primal part of him clamored in acceptance. Outwardly, he appeared laid back, as ever. “Sure, I’d like that.”
The smile she bestowed on him made his heart quicken. Stop it, he told himself as he followed her up the spiraling staircase into the main living area. Just because she’s single doesn’t mean it’s okay to do anything about it. You’re still leaving in two weeks. No sense starting something you just can’t finish.
Sobered by the reminder, he tamped down the desire he held for her.
At least, it was tamped down for the thirty seconds it took him to walk into the kitchen. There, it flared again tenfold, and he had to bite back a soft curse.
She was bent over, rooting through the shelves in the refrigerator, and her skirt did little to hide the outline of her curves. It stretched tautly against the delicious round of her bottom, the waistband pulled slightly down from her blouse, and he could see a glimpse of the cream-white skin of her lower back.
Expertly he pressed his back against the wall so as to keep himself rooted to the spot. In his mind, however, he did not have as much self-control, and he was entertaining a thousand erotic fantasies, all leading to the end result of dinner forgotten and a newly cleared expanse of counter-top. Or possibly a rumpled floor mat. Or maybe pots and pans strewn all over the floor from a hasty encounter up against the wall where they hung . . .