"Every time I see you, I get this overwhelming desire to possess something. Desperately…" He mutters over my lips. Really this man, he doesn't care that people are around us right now.
He cups my face in his palm, caresses my cheek with his thumb, takes a strand of my hair and gently tucks it behind my ear. His knuckles brush my skin tenderly.
For some reason, I can see something like sadness upon his face. Why? Is it his eye? I don't know but there's just something behind that gaze and I just can't seem to put my finger on it.
"What is wrong?" Almost compulsively, my hand reaches for his face and his lashes sweep over his eyes, he tilts his head to the side, nesting deeper into my palm.
"Something is on your mind, right?" I ask and he silently shakes his head as he opens his eyes again.
