her eyes had been on him
all night
as she sat across the room
with a cigarette dangling
from her fingertips.
~:~
mary stuart.
the name made him snort
as he took another drag
from his own cigarette.
he'd have to be crazy to get involved
with her.
~:~
...maybe he was crazy, though.
~:~
her dark hair tumbled down her back
her eyes flashing as she met his gaze
a clear challenge in their hazel depths
but he wasn't about to move.
~:~
he knew how that worked.
stealing hearts,
dropping names,
dangerous.
that was mary stuart.
but damn
if she wasn't the hottest thing he had ever seen.
~:~
the girl rose to her feet
and he was surprised how small she was.
she made her way to his side,
one arm draping around his neck,
and whispered something
he could not hear over the roar of the music.
~:~
intoxicating,
loud,
gorgeous.
~:~
many more kisses would follow in the months to come,
but that first he always remembered.
it tasted of desperation and cigarettes.