She stands so close to me I can smell her shampoo, smell the cleaning products on her that she's been using all morning. It's electrifying, addictive to have her this close and I hear Doe's breath hitch when her eyes peer into mine.
"Let me help you, little Doe." I whisper to her, stroking my fingers through her hair. I'm still holding the blade and I slide it out of the pocket of my jeans, hold it behind her back. She's so fucking quiet it riles me up, and I can see us in the mirror. I see her in front of me, body turned away from the mirror with me holding the knife in my hand. I'd be such a fucking easy kill. She's got no idea what she's in for. It's right at that moment, when my finger slides to the side of the blade to click the button to make it unfold, that she fucking takes my breath away. She changes all my plans, turns her face and plants her warm, pouty, fucking delectable mouth on mine. I let the knife tumble to the carpeted floor, and it falls with a dull thud as I reach my hand around her tiny waist, one in her hair as I feel myself kiss her back.
Somebody wanna hold me while I weep? As mani said: He's such an ass, so why do I want to kiss him? -my top, hun. Me too.