How Often We Forget - Mumfys
His eyes were like cold steel. Looking into them for too long she would forget time would pass. In fact, she would forget everything about time. Cold, calculating gaze upon her; watching her every move, the brush of her boy-short hair and flutter of her long, mascara-covered lashes. Often she would not return his gaze. His lips cracked into a crooked smile as he tilted his head to whisper softly in her left ear, "You're beautiful when you smell of fear." "T-thank you," her voice trembled. She was fragile, delicate. A glass doll with perfect make up and pretty hair. Every woman stereotype except for how short her hair actually was. Clumsy in and unsure in her movements, she fiddled with his button-up. Bated breath held in her chest. Her eyes met his. "I'm scared to do this.." her long, thin fingers played with the sewn on button. "Do it. I want you to see all of me. Right here, right now." And for the first time that evening, he looked at her with a passionate desire. Gathering her courage, she popped a button. And then another, and so forth. All the way down his perfect torso. Her hand skimmed his warm skin and she slowly peeled back his shirt, noticing the tattoos on his chest. Looking back up at him, she found him smiling as he gently ran his hand across her cheek, "Was that so hard?" His other hand wrapped around her blouse-covered waist, pulling her close to his bare had forgotten the cold steel look in his eyes. He wore it like a mask that he would parade around with. She would take his mask away one chip at a time. "I.. I love you." Her words were muffled with how she had buried her face in his strong shoulder. He held her like a figurine made of glass. He pulled her away, just a little to look into her lost blue eyes. "I love you too. So very much." His lips met hers in a sudden, heated kiss. Hands wrapped themselves around her and she felt herself limp in his hold. Reaching to slip her arms around his neck, she felt herself be shoved back onto the soft bed. He would take her. All of her. Right then. And she would forget the cold look in his eyes that was never meant for her. "I really do love you," he said as he smothered her in kisses, and she had already forgotten what she had been wearing.