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A Tale of Sinners
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#5
Envy
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I smiled as I watched his face become red with anger, twisted and tormented as he watched on. My eyes flicked between the guy (I didn't quite know his name) and him, so very amused by the state of possessiveness.
A pause in conversation. I smiled a little, and touched his hand gently. Then mentioned that I really should be getting back to my party. He smiled back, sadly, and told me he wished we'd had longer together.
Then, he pulled out the business card, and scribbled a number down on it, telling me to call him if I ever felt I needed to be treated like a lady for a night. I smiled, and graciously accepted the card, leaving him with a shy grin, as I sauntered away, well aware that it was not the length of my hair he was watching.
He'd been so attentive throughout the entire exchange. His eyes at never left mine. They'd never wondered down my body, tracing out my assets in his mind. Unlike the other man's, who card I threw away the instant he was out of sight.
I felt his hand on my arms; pull me towards him, angrily, demandingly. He needed reassurance. He needed proof. He needed to know I belonged to him. That I was his possession, that he had my heart locked away, and only he held the key.
He needed to know everything he should have known. But still, he had watched on, the jealously burning green in his eyes.
"Jealous much?" I asked, stroking feather light touches up and down his arms as he fumed silently to himself.
"Aren't I always?" Came his gruff reply, his hazel eyes laced with a raw desire, as if he yearned for something more than my words. As if he wanted the physical proof that I was his.
"Right… here." I said, pointing to my hipbone, sticking it out towards him. "That's where it is." I said, licking my lips, watching his eyes trail down my body towards my flesh. "That…" I mumbled, taking his hand in mine and tracing the pattern "That is where you branded me. Where I branded myself. Where I made claim that I was yours. Now and forever." I said firmly, my own eyes now full of fire.
"Mmm" he replied, as he continued to trace the pattern, over and over.
"I'm yours." I said finally, as he looked up into my eyes. "I always have been. And I promise, I always will be."
He took my hand in his, and interlocked our fingers together. He pulled me close to him, and leant my head on his chest, and I was able to hear his heart racing faster than his usual steady beat.
"That's what it does to me." He confided "That's what seeing you with them does. It turns me into the green-eyed monster. The jealously, it almost kills me."
We stayed like that for a while. Lost in one another. Lost in the moment. Remembering that jealously will drive you mad.
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