He was closer to her than she remembered, him being that close to her made her shiver and she loved it.
'Turn back Sarah. Turn back before its too late"
For a slight moment she considered it, but she wasn't the type to give up when something challenging was in the way, and the thought of leaving Toby made her sick to her stomach.
"I can't. Don't you understand I can't?"
He moved even closer to her, their bodies almost touching. A slight gasp escaped Sarah's mouth and she could feel the heat from his body even though they weren't touching…
He looked at her, so close that if either he or she moved their lips would lock, Sarah went stiff.
Fuck, just kiss and take me, right here. For the love of all that is good!
But all he did was stand and look at her, a slight smirk painted on his face oh god how, seductive he looks when he smirks.
He brought up his black, gloved hand and stroked her cheek, the immediate touch sent her mind into a haze, her heart seemed to almost burst from her chest, his touch was so gentle and evil at the same time, it made her feel extremely venerable…and she liked it.
"What a pity"
Sarah awoke to the sun shining in her room, her heart was still beating fast, she brought her shaking hand up to her cheek reminiscing in the feelings it gave her when he touched her-even if it was a dream- could the real thing be anything like that? And oh god she thought if that's what his hand on my cheek can do imagine wha-
She snapped out of it when her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Good morning Sarah!"
God damn, this man does not pick up on hints does he? "What? David? Seriously? It's like 8 in the morning on a Saturday! What could be so important that you had to call this early?" "Well I just thought we could go out today, I have these tickets to this art gallery opening and-"
Sarah had enough. She tried being nice. She tried dropping subtle hints. Now she's going to get serious.
"David. Listen. I have no interest what-so-ever in dating a guy like you. You are not my type nor will you ever be. I've tried being nice about it but clearly you didn't pick up the hints. Please never call me again unless its work related."
There was no way he couldn't pick up on that.
"Sarah, babe, come on…any girl would kill to have a guy like me in their life. I'm good looking, I have a nice house, I'm wealthy…not to mention I'm a good fuck…"
Sarah felt the anger start to boil; did he seriously just say that?
"…and if you give me a chance I could show you how good I actually am…"
"NEVER, EVER CALL ME AGAIN. YOU. FUCKING. ASSHOLE."
She flung her phone on her bed, what the fuck was his problem? She knew he was a dick but seriously? Did he SERIOUSLY just say that, to her, at 8 in the morning? God, men are such pigs.
Still a little mad, Sarah decided having a nice hot shower would help her relax-god knows she needed to relax after that.
After all the hot water was used up she decided she would spend the day unpacking the few boxes she threw in her closet from the move, she never did like unpacking but now is better than ever she thought.
Sarah walked over to her double door closet, yanking on the door knob to release it from the mounds of clothes that kept it shut-another thing she didn't like- folding laundry…it was going to get dirty anyway, so why fold it?
She grabbed one of the boxes from the top shelf and placed it on her bed, when she went back to the second one it began to fall. Luckily she caught it before it managed to hit the ground, good thing too it was labelled Fragile.
Sarah sat up on her bed, unfolding the sides of the boxes.
She had excitement in her because she couldn't quite remember what she placed in them- they've been there since she moved so about 3 years?
As she looked into the first box she realized it was a bunch of summer clothes that she never really wore…
oh yeah, these will defiantly be beneficial to me now that its winter.
She tossed the box to the floor and heard a thump that sounded a lot heaver than clothing.
Looking over the side of her bed she leaned over and picked up the source of the noise…
…a small red book.