He walks. And he looks at you straight in the eye as he does so, a smirk playing on his lips. He looks at you, and the expression on his face says he knows a secret.

Your secret.

And it is dark, and dangerous...and so deliciously sinful, he is enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, though it remains there, unspoken, just sitting, waiting.

For the right time.

He stops about a step in front of you, and says someone's name, his eyes never breaking contact with yours, the words dripping from his lips like golden honey, and you can't explain it, but your heart beats faster, your skin grows warmer, and a frission of both fear and excitement crawls up your spine.

And even as introductions are made, followed by small talk, his head tilts a little, as if in askance, and you realize, you realize

what.

it.

is.

He leads the conversation into this very topic, as he tells you what it is.

"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger." He says.

"I want you to get everything you're looking for." He says.

And even though everything is suddenly going out of focus, your last thought isn't what he said, but what it seemed to imply.

(you want me)

He knows. And he's right.

And as everything goes unfocused...you realize he also implied that he was more than okay with it.

"I want you to get everything you're looking for." you remember him say.

Just as the world goes blank.