Focus.
I should focus. I tell myself. Splashing the cold water against my face. The chill evades my bones and a shiver runs down my spine. The clear memories of his presence, his touch, his words running across my mind. Invading me.
You're distracted.I see you lose all your control.I know you more than yourself.
I groaned, at the memories. He's every movement tracing a weird line over the burning flesh of my skin making me feel weak, my legs almost giving up at the thought of him close to me, behind me, trapping me. The way you get so weak under my touch.
