I feel like the air gets stuck in my body, like the words abandon me and refuse to come out of my lips, like I disconnect from reality imagining a scenario where it's just the two of us and it's actually just me being held by him, the damn owner of my most perverse and lustful fantasies.
It's incredible what a human being can provoke in another just with their presence and a slight touch.
I don't even want to think about how I would end up if he were to kiss me or make me his.
Plus, the fact that he's holding me the way he is, his intense gaze, and the fact that I'm almost naked, doesn't help the situation at all.
"Are you okay?" he asks, and I feel the gentle caress of his breath traveling across my face, causing a slight tickling sensation.
I wish I could say what I really think, sa
