Toby Cavanaugh

He slouched against the wall lazily and as I walked over he looked up with a suggestive smirk on his face. His chocolate hair fell across his face, ending just below his ears. I could just see his eyes that resembled cool pools of blue peeking through his coiffed fringe making him look mysterious. Looking down from his elaborate hairstyle my eyes drank in his chiseled features, his prominent cheekbones and his strong jaw line. I glanced down at his full lips, gently puckered. I couldn't help but stare at the way the white top clung to his lean body tight against his abs, showing them off perfectly. The checkered blue and red shirt he was dressed in stretched across his broad shoulders and was rolled up until just below the elbows revealing the slightly more tanned than the rest of him, muscled lower part of his arm. My eye's drifted from his perfect oblique's to his legs, they where clothed in dark blue denim jeans that clung tightly to the tops of his legs and became looser towards his black military styled boots.
Just before I reached him he unattached himself from the wall and grabbed me and pulled me into a soft gentle kiss. I didn't want to part from his warm embrace but knew we had to leave.
"Toby?" I whispered in the quietest voice I could so maybe he didn't hear me. He did, he took one more tight squeeze then released me and grabbing my hand in replacement. His big rough hand completely enclosed my tiny hand shielding it from the cold, unlike the rest of my body. He had times in his life when he was just quiet, didn't talk to anyone but would just sit staring into space or even just holding me. This was one of those times, he needed me most when he had his spells because I could talk to him, help him feel better. Ever since he'd come back from prison when he'd been wrongly accused of abusing and blinding his step sister he'd been this way, it'd been almost a year now but he still had times where he'd think about how it had been. I hated seeing him this way. "Toby, so how about we skip dinner with my parents and go do something more fun?" I said in my most seductive voice, I needed to keep his mind away from it. He looked at me and grinned then replied "Sorry, we need to go this is a good way I can get to know your parents, I've not had a good chance to talk to them properly yet." His voice sounded smooth with a slight southern accent, his voice just added to the perfection that was Toby Cavanaugh. I groaned, there was a reason he hadn't met my parents yet they were protective, and after everything the press had said bad about Toby my parents still had a slight grudge against him, this wasn't going to be an easy going dinner. He pulled me around and grabbed me by my waist and kissed me again this time a more passionate kiss, I could feel the heat between are bodies which were pressed together. My face warmed up and I could feel myself getting flustered as my cheeks turned a slight scarlet colour. He let go and gripped my hand once more and chuckled clearly pleased that he'd gotten me flushed before getting to my house.
"I think you've got a little too much blush on today." He teased. He loved teasing me, though very annoying to me I couldn't help but chuckle because of the charming grin on his face. That was what I loved and hated about Toby, he had amazing charm. I loved it because he knew what to say no matter what the situation was and would always make things better. I hated it because he be forgiven by me so easily, he could also make me do anything he wanted though he never used that to his advantage. His charm, his mystery and his looks combined where lethal he could have most wrapped around his little finger. He gave me one last gentle kiss before we entered my house, dreading the dinner to come.