Soft. They were so soft. As he just brushed his lips against hers, and again... And again. He couldn't get enough. Damnit! This girl was worth everything on this damned planet and so much more! Why?
He thought to hell if she believed him to be a mistake. He'd indulge himself in the last taste of pure heaven he'd ever get. With a life like his, she was the only piece of heaven he'd ever taste... And he didn't even deserve that. And he kissed her, convincing himself that with this final touch... He'd be content with the rest of his life. He'd leave when she pulled herself away. He'd get out of her life forever.
But she didn't. And he was pretty damn certain that she was an angel. How could something so sweet... Have any tolerance for a monster like himself? A greedy hooligan who had nothing better to do with his time than use women and break the law. But hell, she was so sweet... And he thought to himself he'd give it up for her. Women, alcohol, cigarettes. He'd give it all up if only he could have her.
He really didn't deserve her though. Yet still, she kissed him back. Her gentle hand touched his cheek, and he almost cried at how wonderful the feeling was. What was she doing to him? Why did he always feel compelled to come back to her? Why?
And even when they pulled away, and he saw her beautiful jade eyes... He still felt the compulsion to kiss her again. Even as she took his hand and led him into the house... He felt happy. Something he seldom knew in the lifestyle he chose.
He knew pleasure. But he didn't quite know the levels of pleasure of just BEING with her. Maybe that's why he was pulled to her. And maybe that's why he pushed her away when she asked him that question... Maybe he was scared... Such an innocent question. Such an innocent action. For her. He, however... Was scared of what he could do... To her...
"Will you please stay tonight?"
Maybe that's why he found himself pacing nervously in her kitchen. Maybe that's why he felt the new compulsion to run.