Chloe
The Planned Dare
His eyes are like the only ocean I want to be drowned in.
He just stared at me as if I was drowning. Melting, debilitating knees. His hands never left my cheeks unoccupied. He was still caressing it and seemed to feel the texture of my skin. His eyes were focused on me, memorizing every detail of my face. I could no longer imagine how I was feeling, my chest was throbbing and I wanted to lose my treacherous heart. I reciprocate all his stare at me. With his face so close to mine I could feel his breathing. Even applying his breath to my skin softens my knee.
"I'm glad it's still with you," his caress dropped from my cheek down to my collar. He caressed the metal coiled around my neck, even its small pendant went through his caress as well.
"Baby," he whispered.
