His voice sent a shiver of pure pleasure down her spine. No one deserved to have a voice like his. And his mouth. She stared at it, caught by the chiseled perfection of it. No one should have that tempting a mouth. Her heart was slamming painfully against her chest. His mouth was mesmerizing, like his voice. Close. So close. She could almost feel the heat, the hot beckoning of his mouth. His lips brushed hers, and her heart stopped. His tongue traced her full lower lip, teasing an opening to sweep inside the silken interior. Her heart began to pound. There was only feeling, a curious shifting of the earth, a slow spinning that kept her senses off balance. He explored every inch of her mouth with complete authority, building the heat between them once again. It was he who slowly, reluctantly, lifted his head. His strange eyes were hot, molten honey, roaming her face possessively. His thumb caressed her chin while his palm spanned her throat.
Nicole fluttered her eyelids open and parted her lips to breath in air. Yet another blessed dream, or was it a curse? A nightmare. Could someone like that even exist? Her phone alarm went off and she smacked it. She reluctantly stood up off her bed. She got dressed and combed her hair with her fingers. She put on her usual mascara and eyeliner. Nicole thought herself to be a plain girl. Her attire consisted of Converse, jeans, and a t-shirt. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her legs were like towers; she had a flat stomach, average breast size, but held a beautiful face. Her eyes were a light brown, almost hazel color, her hair was black dyed and past her shoulders with waves. She sighed and turned on her television and gaming system. She put on her headset and sat down to play with her friends. They were playing their war game and invited her to the party chat. She recognized everyone in the party except one guy, but it didn't matter, he was probably one of the guys' friends. They were playing a game and she heard him for the first time. She had played with him before, but she never really heard him speak. He was very intelligent, obviously way smarter than the other guys. Who was this guy? Curiosity welled up inside her and her question got caught in her throat. Was it okay to just ask him who he was? But, being who she was, she asked anyway. His name was Darius Daratrazanoff. She was so curious, who was this Darius who was so brilliant? Then her father called, they were leaving to go shopping, reluctantly, she got off. Darius lingered in her mind the rest of that afternoon.