This is a pointless one-shot I came up with while reading Blood and Chocolate.
I don't know why I came to this concert. I understand even less why I came with him. He's so different. He's not like any guy I've ever dated before.
Maybe that's why; he's so different. I like how he's a gentleman. Yet he's not robotic. He shows his feelings when he's around me. I love the way he holds me even when we're around his friends. I like how his eyes glazed over when I got out of the car and my short dress rode high on my thighs. I love the way he looks at me.
When he introduces me to his friends he makes me sound like a treasure. His treasure. Something everyone should be envious about. When he holds me I feel safe and warm. It's like I belong there.
But I realize it could never work. It's not going to go past this night.
The live band is coming on. It's not music I've ever listened to before. It's softer and talks about love and dreams. When I feel his hand on my neck I turn to face him again. He's beautiful. His blue eyes shine even in the moonlight. But I quickly start to pay more attention to the natural pout in his lips. It's enough to turn a girl putty in his hands. He has lips begging to be kissed.
His kisses are so different. My previous kisses were an annoying clash of teeth and tongue. His are slow and gentle. It's like he's trying to savour the moment. Trying to burn it into his memory.
I feel his tongue slowly flick my lips. I open them trying to invite him in. He pulls away before we go any further and sighs.
Why do you have to be so nice? Why do you have to be so different from all the other boys that jump at the chance to fool around with me?
He's a nice boy. He's the kind that would rather wait than give in to the passion and heat of someone else. I love it yet at the same time it infuriates me. I feel him put his strong arms protectively around me again.
This is the last time. No more dating. I can't go through this agony.
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