"Fuck you, you... you..." I struggled for the right word that would describe this manipulative, perverted, asshole 'best friend'. He raised his hands in a placatory gesture but there was nothing submissive about it.
I looked away from him, trying to grasp at the straws of my composure.
"Now, don't you want to know about the Houses?" He whispered and every nerve I had gone taut as he began to walk towards me.
I didn't know if he has always sounded like an invitation to sin or was he simply doing to unsettle me or maybe it was all in my mind.
"What Houses?" I asked.
The stranger leaned forward a fraction, his slow smile inviting a similar response and I'm not in the mood.
I didn't move.
"You wanted to know?" He stood a little too close. I was having trouble hearing his words with him so near... so touchable. He smelled of danger and wildness. It was the ultimate sensation. Or was I already cracking?
I fought the attraction.
