Luxuria
He couldn't
help but follow the curve of her leg, the rise of her breasts.
Her
eyes, her ears, her sharpness, they all called to him.
He wanted
to feel her. He'd be happy to even graze her hand.
But he could
never be satisfied by touch
It was wrong.
Or at the very
least impossible.
It was hard
It was hard not to stare.
It
was hard not to want.
It was hard not to have.
It was hard to
ignore reality.
It was hard to resist someone so black widow
pretty.
Oh Gods, it was just too hard.
