But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
Don't lean in don't lean in don't lean in-
There's a slow motion moment where time seems to still as Sam leans toward you and you lean towards him and every heartbeat takes an age. He's still got your wrist in his mouth, which would be comical under other circumstances, but right now all you can think about is how much you want to capture those lips, take his face into your hands and show him just how worth it you think he is--
Thank the gods he moves away, breaking the spell of bewitchment. Abruptly you turn away, staring pointedly at the wall and trying to steady your breathing. It's not that you don't think kissing him would be a bad idea, or something you wouldn't like, but it feels like taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.
Plus, you know that in your current state it wouldn't end at that.
When he drops your hand after forever (not fucking long enough!) you're quick to bring it back to your lap, rubbing your left hand over the bite marks while attempting to surreptitiously adjust your pants and hide your obvious reaction. Does he even know what happened to you? What it feels like to be on the receiving end? How badly you want to grab his hands and press him down and--
Ok, Zeph. Focus. "Right as rain," you reply with a strained smile, still staring at the wall. "You feelin' better? Don'... Don't need any more?" What do you want him to say to that, idiot? No would be a fucking relief, but you aren't gonna lie and say you'd hate chasing that high again. Hot damn.
There's a slow motion moment where time seems to still as Sam leans toward you and you lean towards him and every heartbeat takes an age. He's still got your wrist in his mouth, which would be comical under other circumstances, but right now all you can think about is how much you want to capture those lips, take his face into your hands and show him just how worth it you think he is--
Thank the gods he moves away, breaking the spell of bewitchment. Abruptly you turn away, staring pointedly at the wall and trying to steady your breathing. It's not that you don't think kissing him would be a bad idea, or something you wouldn't like, but it feels like taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.
Plus, you know that in your current state it wouldn't end at that.
When he drops your hand after forever (not fucking long enough!) you're quick to bring it back to your lap, rubbing your left hand over the bite marks while attempting to surreptitiously adjust your pants and hide your obvious reaction. Does he even know what happened to you? What it feels like to be on the receiving end? How badly you want to grab his hands and press him down and--
Ok, Zeph. Focus. "Right as rain," you reply with a strained smile, still staring at the wall. "You feelin' better? Don'... Don't need any more?" What do you want him to say to that, idiot? No would be a fucking relief, but you aren't gonna lie and say you'd hate chasing that high again. Hot damn.
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
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