His body was cold, I could feel it as I rested my forehead on his shoulder. Why was I letting myself get so close to him and why was he accepting it so willingly knowing perfectly well that I wanted to sleep with him from day one? I realised then that I couldnt understand Laken very well. As soon as that thought hit the conscious part of my brain, it didnt take a lot for me to notice that I couldnt understand anyone around me. I question their reasons, I doubt their feelings and take advantage of them before they can do it to me.
My thoughts last until his cold delicate fingers touched my cheek, stroking me like I was a hurt kitten, so innocent and caring it almost made me feel dirty for feeling aroused. I didnt know if Laken was aware of the dangerous game he was playing. It was difficult enough to hold back when he was sitting across the room, and now he was touching me, letting his scent intoxicate me.
Like a blackhole, I could sense emptiness grow