It’s just me invading her space.
Quietly.
Gently.
Carefully.
She’s a precious field of daisies and I’m a wild and raging fire that has to tiptoe past her blooms. I can’t let myself go. Can’t let myself burn. Or I’ll destroy everything.
But the wisp of smoke can touch her.
And so I let it.
Get used to it.
To her.
To the flavor of her mouth.
Of her lipstick.
Of her breath hitting so close to my face that I breathe her in.
Then I lean away.
She follows me, her pert nose inching forward like a puppy sniffing out a bone.
Her eyes closed.
Her hand grappling for my shoulder.
Insistent despite my retreat.
Insatiable.
“Like that?” I whisper.
My own voice surprises me.
I’ve never heard a word escape from my mouth so raw.
Kaelyn shakes her head.
I smirk. “No?”
“Too tame.”
I shrug. “I proved the point.”
“Barely.”
I arch an eyebrow.
Her eyes flutter open. Mischief dances through her gaze.
Mischief and a darker emotion.
Desire?