"We can't" she whispered, her eyes on the lookout for fate to ruin her.
He inched closer. His hand grabbed hers stubbornly. She tried to pull it out of his grasp but his relentless grip failed her feeble, half-hearted attempts.
The sun was high up in the sky, brazenly charring any competition to its virility. She was leaning against a half-naked bricked wall in a shadowed unmentionable corner of the set. There were no eyes on her but his. But weren't those enough? Those smouldering brown orbs were staring shamelessly at her disrobed desires. Throwing caution to the wind, here she was. Didn't she knew it would lead to this? She did. But in her naivety, she had hoped it didn't. The man towering her didn't have more than two inches on her so why did it feel like the world outside of him had disappeared behind his slender shoulders? Maybe it was because of how ardently his gaze was holding hers hostage that nothing else seemed to exist but him.
"I.. I..," his clumsy attempt at speaking put her at ease. She wasn't the only one losing her wits. His hand brought hers to his chest and put it there gingerly. Beneath the black shirt, there was a throbbing that coursed through her hand to her heart. His hand left hers alone on him and surrendered to his side. She wanted him to touch her. With his voice.. with his eyes.. and even, with his hands. In her head, she traced the length of his fingers running across her neck. His hot breath fanning across her face. His lips devouring hers. The back of her neck reveling in his passion strokes. Her hair in innumerable knots. Wouldn't it feel good? Wouldn't the bliss put out the fires in her loins? Or would it throw them out of bounds for good? Oh. Didn't she want to find out!
"Don't wear this dress again," he mumbled.
"Why?" she challenged. His eyes fell to her neck and slowly made their way to all mounds of her body. The curve of her shoulders, the small mounds of her breasts, the round flatness of her stomach, the silhouette of her thighs beneath her shirt, the red colored shoes on her feet. Her breath remained caught until his eyes were back to hers.
His lips curved in a smirk. His eyes followed suit.
"Don't you know?" he played and edged another inch towards her. One more advance like that one and his body would be touching hers. Didn't she want it? Yes. With every inch of her body, every feeling in her heart, every desire of her flesh, yes. She wanted it. But they couldn't. They couldn't. She knew he knew. He knew she knew. The heat rising from their bodies thought best to meet even without the skin kissing each other's.
"I want you," she shamelessly confessed. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent ever so slowly.
"Soon," he said painstakingly chivalrously and moved away.
She was burning from desire when she let him leave. Her heart was on the edge of her mouth when his breath touched her face. Her man. She claimed him proudly.
Slightly slapping her face, she pulled out of the reverie. One deep breath and she caught up to him.
In the open sun, his face betrayed his honour in a scarlet letter to the world.
"Don't wear this dress again," he sheepishly grinned, trying to put the heat out.
"I will," grinning back, she didn't back down.