HIS *On Hold*
A sudden flash of amber runs through my mind before his face is there. Every detail, memorised like the back of my hand. His black under cut, the top long enough that he pulls it back in a short ponytail, his harshly cut dark eyebrows, that crease in the centre as he concentrates when in thought.
His high angular cheek bones, slightly flushed as he clenches his just as angular square jaw in anger. His slightly crooked nose that has been broken more than twice before giving his handsomely beautiful looks a more deadlier ensemble. Then there's his lips, smooth pink full lips, something that should be illegal for this guy.
His face rapidly appears in my mind, his eyes still locked with mine as my body continues to sway slightly, his face changing rapidly, but I know its him, his emotions changing in the various images as if he were a past time that were locked away and was now re-opened. My eyes start to flutter closed as my hands loosen their hold on his black muscle shirt.
His heavily muscled arm, comes around my waist, tightening me to him as he bends down slightly to accomadate me. My eyes naturally find his again as a sense of completion takes over my body, his big hands clutch at my rounded hips, searing me with a trace of electric heat.
Currently on hold.