Jeff left before David woke up, tiptoeing down the hallway like a boyfriend afraid of being discovered by his girlfriend's father. It made me giddy, seeing him like that, finger pressed to his lips, and this boyish cheeky glint in his eyes. Just before he left, he leant against the door, craning his neck to make sure we didn't have any spectators, before beckoning me with his index finger. He held me against him, the feeling of both our heartbeats thudding against one another was electric. Coupled with the oceanic blue of his eyes, I was transfixed, and feeling the touch of his lips against mine was almost enough to have me dragging him to my room.
I wanted to take take my time undressing his hard, muscular body, as my eyes drank him in. Don't they say good things come to those who wait?
