Oh he looks so good.
And his scent, wraps and engulfs me like a coat on my skin and nostrils I close my eyes when I inhale.
"Are you okay?"
That snaps me out of my head. I don't need to show him who I am immediately, so I only nod.
It is a dark thrill, me knowing him and him not recognizing me. Why he doesn't, I don't mind trying to think about it. My finger dangles loosely at the base of his neck and I am tempted to run my hands through his hair, which he has let loose tonight.
He looks like a dark underworld king, devilish eyes and mouth, those eye that are looking at me as if he is undressing me and peeling underneath my skin, his red lips, the strong jaw highlighted by the way he has shaved.
I want to touch his smooth clean face but I can't do that. All I do is swallow and meet is eyes, only to find him smirking.
He has caught me ogling him it's only a good thing he doesn't read minds as well.
