“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”
― Pablo Neruda
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(Vera)
I scanned him up and down and I watched as his throat worked up and down. I knew he saw the lustful look in my eyes. Of course, he did.
He looked around, looking nervous as hell. His eyes finally met mine and I gave him a salacious wink. The prince coughed and cleared his throat and turned away from me, glaring at his brother.
"Blaine, you idi0t, what the hell are you-"
"I mean, we know why you are so frustrated? It is all the pentup sex.ual tension for V-"
So Blaine knew me. I didn't know why it sent a shock of immense pleasure through me to know that Mateo had been talking about me. Because... I didn't want that, did I?!
