His breath hit me harshly. It pushed me back farther. His eyes were dark with an emotion I didn't know, his tongue traced over his lips in a quick flick.
"You sure you want to do this?" he whispered stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Us?"
I gulped his intense gaze was to much to handle. Sweat bubbled on my forehead, my palms clammy. "Yeah, I'm sure." I managed to choke out.
"You better be." his tone was taunting.
He pressed his hips against mine. Through his black Rolling Stones shirt I could feel the muscles of his abdomen clenching.
"I am." I squeaked as he twirled my hair. His touch was gentle unlike his appearance.
"This is your last chance to run. I won't let you leave, breathe. If you're looking for heaven, it sure as hell ain't me." his voice was soft with truth.
"I'm not looking for heaven, I'm looking for you." I responded timidly moving my fingers to his greasy curls.
He moaned softly at my action. "I love you." he confessed attacking my lips with his pillowy ones. I couldn't say anything for his tongue, but it was understood. He was understood. I was understood. We weren't understood.