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Author Notes: Not really any! If by any chace you would like to use my story somewhere else (any of my stories) let me know!!
He Loves Me: by DarkAngelsSage
He's watching me. I can feel his heated gaze on the back of my neck as
Goosebumps form.
Why is he here? He'll blow my cover if we're seen together! I looked at him just
now...his eyes, were filled with some emotion I can't identify.
Maybe desire. For me? God, I wish it's desire...but we can't do that, and he
knows it. What if...no, we can't. Not until all this is over.
He's coming over to me now. I'm not sure if I can look him in the eye. If I do, I
think I'll be completely and only his. I couldn't deal with holding it back anymore.
He's next to me now. I can smell his scent. It's a fresh, woodsy smell, mixed
with his own scent.
Just one of the many things I love about him. About him, not him, yeah...
Oh my God. He just asked me to dance. Keep calm. Breathe. You can do this.
It's just a dance...just a dance with the most handsome man in the world.
His smile takes my breath away. At the moment, when I'm already having trouble
taking in air, it's blinding me.
His strong arms stop me from falling, and he looks at me in concern. I meet his
gaze and I'm drowning in his (color) never ending, soul searching eyes.
Damn it! Why does he have to be so gorgeous? We can't do this...we just can't.
No...I have to stop myself. I need this. I've needed his since we first met.
When he leans down to meet my lips, I don't resist. I'm enveloped in
his...uniqueness. The once full room suddenly disappears.
He's kissing me! Somehow it's even better then I imagined, but I'm not sure how
that's possible. My thoughts are slow and foggy. I'm still struggling to remember
to breath...breath...
No! Don't let go! He left me...I can't believe it, he's gone...no, not again.
Control. I'm in control again. The song ends and I smile in response to the
curious glances, and I take my seat at the bar once again.
Time to finish the job...and go back for my de-briefing, pretending nothing has
happened. But something has. He told me...he loves me.
Author Notes: Not really any! If by any chace you would like to use my story somewhere else (any of my stories) let me know!!
He Loves Me: by DarkAngelsSage
He's watching me. I can feel his heated gaze on the back of my neck as
Goosebumps form.
Why is he here? He'll blow my cover if we're seen together! I looked at him just
now...his eyes, were filled with some emotion I can't identify.
Maybe desire. For me? God, I wish it's desire...but we can't do that, and he
knows it. What if...no, we can't. Not until all this is over.
He's coming over to me now. I'm not sure if I can look him in the eye. If I do, I
think I'll be completely and only his. I couldn't deal with holding it back anymore.
He's next to me now. I can smell his scent. It's a fresh, woodsy smell, mixed
with his own scent.
Just one of the many things I love about him. About him, not him, yeah...
Oh my God. He just asked me to dance. Keep calm. Breathe. You can do this.
It's just a dance...just a dance with the most handsome man in the world.
His smile takes my breath away. At the moment, when I'm already having trouble
taking in air, it's blinding me.
His strong arms stop me from falling, and he looks at me in concern. I meet his
gaze and I'm drowning in his (color) never ending, soul searching eyes.
Damn it! Why does he have to be so gorgeous? We can't do this...we just can't.
No...I have to stop myself. I need this. I've needed his since we first met.
When he leans down to meet my lips, I don't resist. I'm enveloped in
his...uniqueness. The once full room suddenly disappears.
He's kissing me! Somehow it's even better then I imagined, but I'm not sure how
that's possible. My thoughts are slow and foggy. I'm still struggling to remember
to breath...breath...
No! Don't let go! He left me...I can't believe it, he's gone...no, not again.
Control. I'm in control again. The song ends and I smile in response to the
curious glances, and I take my seat at the bar once again.
Time to finish the job...and go back for my de-briefing, pretending nothing has
happened. But something has. He told me...he loves me.