E is for Error. That's what they'd chalked that night up to, a lapse in judgment, something in the air, the heat getting to their brains (yeah…heat, not touching that one), one small breach, a blunder, a minor indiscretion. It was forgotten, shuffled aside, brushed under the rug for the good of their sanity and the benefit of a group of friends that would never understand the madness that bewitched them that night.
But his lips burned in remembrance, and his body ached; a rush of endorphins running through his veins every time he caught sight of cascading molasses hair, a shy smile and teeth nervously set into pink flesh as she nibbled on her lip thoughtfully.
E is for Elude. It was what she had been doing for the past week when he finally gave into temptation and sought her out, just needing to reassure himself that he hadn't imagined that night, and that the fire burning in chocolate irises was real. He had to know she felt the same heat and that he wasn't alone, and he intercepted her flight, dragging her into the Eraser room despite all his previous good intentions. Never again had lasted mere weeks.
She stared at him wide-eyed, startled, but the electricity the crackled over his skin at her light touch gave him the answer he so desperately needed and he threw caution to the wind, pinning her against the door and committing his second faux pas.
E is for Elemental. It was the only word he could use for the force unleashed when their lips touched for the second time; it was primal, hungry, a jolt, a spark that couldn't be denied by either of them this time, couldn't be blamed on the heat of the day or a whimsy as it grew out of control and threatened to consume them both. She couldn't explain it away this time. And he reveled in every minute of that caress despite knowing that he was going to get burned.
E is for Enraptured. She was like a drug, a terminal disease that spread through his veins, imprinting every cell in his body with her brand. She had crawled beneath his skin, burrowed into his heart and set up residence in his brain with the mere touch of her lips on his, the glide of her tongue against his, with her scent and taste imbedding into every pore of his being so that he would never be free of her enchantment. And truthfully, he could happily live bound to her if it meant he could live in that moment forever.
E is for Envy. He had said it before, but never had he felt it more than in that moment as he trailed soft kisses over gold-touched skin and he realized that for all he discovered, how real this moment was, he still couldn't do anything about it. No matter how much he coveted the petite girl pressed against him, she was out of reach, inaccessible, unavailable, nothing more than an elusive dream.
Drawing back, he rested his brow against hers, his breath rough and ragged, cursing his susceptibility to her charms, for exposing his secret longing and for letting himself forget all the reasons why they had silently agreed to avoid one another for the past few weeks – they couldn't afford the fallout that would erupt from their momentary insanity.
So, he set her away from him gently, stroking her cheek one last time as he bit back the bitter defeat swirling sickly in his stomach and walked out of the room, heart heavy with disappointment and frustration, desperately ignoring her confusion as he tried to figure out how he was going to forget those stolen moments, all the while knowing it wasn't possible – she was a taint in his blood, a strain he couldn't live without and a lifetime without her touch suddenly looked bleaker than when he had lived with Hank.
E is for Empty.
