The Lift
I didn't even know Dr. Ivo Steadman, but the moment I laid eyes on him I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was studying in the campus library when he walked by. Without hesitation, I left my books and papers and ran after him.
I'm not sure why I followed him into the lift. I felt like a stalker. It was ridiculously impulsive. I never had to chase anyone for attention. People chased me. Nevertheless, I just needed to be near him. The lift was crowded with students trying to get to their next class. I slowly eased my way to the back wall where he stood stoically.
As soon as the lift was empty of everyone but the two of us, I chanced a glance of him from the corner of my eye. I was mesmerized by contrast in his features. They were very masculine: straight nose, strong jaw, and at the same time feminine with soft, full lips and long dark lashes outlining the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He gazed straight ahead, seemingly absorbed in his own thoughts. It was infuriating. I turned my face and stared openly, but it was as if I was invisible to him.
It felt surreal. Perhaps I was imagining him. With my heart pounding against my ribs, I reached over and lightly touched his cheek with the back of my fingers. I could feel the roughness of his scruff and the thought of running my tongue over it caused tightness in my groin muscles. I pulled my hand away and looked down at my feet. I could feel a heated blush rise up my neck and settle on my cheeks.
Suddenly and without any warning, he turned and in one large stride stood directly in front of me staring into my eyes. I felt trapped and a little frightened. We were so close I could feel his breath fan across my face. He smelled of cigarettes and aftershave.
I expected him to strike me or, at least, shout at me to fuck off. Instead, I was shocked when his lips touched mine. Soft, warm and silky they caressed my upper lip as he sucked it into his mouth. My eyes closed at the decadent sensation. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me. But just as sudden as the unexpected kiss, he turned and stepped out of the lift leaving me gasping for air.
I guess talk is overrated.
