I watched intently as Randy sipped his diet cola. He wasn't as bad of a guy as the internet networks made him out to be. Yes he's said his share of mean things, but then again, who hasn't? We've all done and said things we regret, he's no different, I would know. He's probably the closest thing I have around here to stability.
My eyes lingered from his sparkling eyes. I could never tell if they were gray, green, grayish-green? They landed on his perfectly shaped nose, then to his, lips. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about pressing my own on them, especially when he had them upturned in a cocky smirk.
Tilting my head to the side, I observed how smooth his skin looked after being freshly shaved. How it screamed for me to caress it. That was something else I constantly fantasized about, running my fingers over the hallows of his cheeks, then down to his jaw line.
"Earth to Rae!" his voice stated, ringing in my ears as I snapped back to reality. Embarrassed, I asked him to repeat what he'd said earlier. This wasn't the first time I'd been caught, spaced out, eye fucking Mr. Orton.
"Wanna hit the bar with me and Cody, he's been trying to ask you out for weeks now." He stated, tossing the empty can into the trash. I thought it over for a second and nodded. It wasn't like I'd ever have a chance with Randy anyway; he was happily married with an adorable little daughter.
"Awesome, so what were you thinking about. You were staring pretty hard at nothing." Randy asked, taking a seat beside me. I turned my eyes to the cloudy marble floor.
"This may sound pretty weird, but your skin." I answered, waiting for him to burst out laughing at me, then pat my back like an older brother and make a joke like the smartass he was.
There was a piercing moment of silence that forced me to look at him. His brows were raised to his hairline in thought, as though it was some sort of rocket-science equation.
"My…skin?" he questioned, baffled.
"Yeah, It's always looked so smooth especially right after you shave. I've always sorta wanted to― never mind." I stated, cutting myself off. I wasn't getting off that easily, I never did.
He grabbed my wrist, gently placing my fingers on the side of his face. Id never noticed how large his hands were, or how calloused they were either.
I was hesitant, but finally touching his skin made my fingertips tingle. It was even smoother then I imagined, and for a moment I sat there cupping my hand on the side of his face, unsure if I should follow through, doing all the things I'd spent forever mesmerizing about.
I traced from the hallows of his cheeks to his jaw line then back again. Savoring the moment, wishing it would last forever. I felt like a painter perfecting their greatest masterpiece, the funny part was, Randy wasn't mine for the making, he was already a masterpiece.
I'd been so concentrated on my task, when I'd finished I hadn't realized he'd been studying me, like I'd done for the past two years. He watched every awkward twitch of my mouth, as I remembered my delusional fantasies. I'd gotten lost in his chiseled features. Who knows how long we'd been sitting there.
It was his turn, when his index finger brushed its way across my lips, his eyes crinkled and his mouth turned upward in a genuine smile.
"I've always wanted to feel your lips, but It'd be unfair to you if I did it my way." he suddenly stated, his eyes still focused on my bottom lip.
"Why?" I asked, even though I perfectly knew the answer.