A Short Story

The silence that followed was deafening. His deep brown eyes trailed from her slightly parted rosy lips down to her neck and rested on the half-hidden words permanently written below her right collarbone. He'd seen it enough times he could trace those letters blindfolded. She watched him watching her and took a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to suppress the desire that mirrored his own.

”Oh, yea, I meant to tell you that I gave her your number the other day.” He paused, feeling bad for forgetting to mention it. “She’s been looking for a second home here in the city, and is in the process of deciding in one of them. When she saw my business card the other day, she asked where I had taken the picture. l had to mention your name, although, l never thought she would actually call you.” He understood that Geraldine was not an easy person to please.

Mia was hiding behind a table and searching for Jonny. A hand putted on Mia’s shoulder suddenly. Mia looked back and was shocked by the person who was standing in front of her. A handsome and young face, clean and tidy with fixed hair. Jonny looked at Mia with his bright black eyes.

Her heart once again sped faster, "I don't know where to begin." she admitted as Razio said she could ask all she wanted. "I have countless questions, but it's like my mind is fuzzy. Maybe its the champagne," she smiled softly and looked back up into his eyes, "Can you feel my touch?" she asked as her fingers slowly traced the line of his

He has a small package in his hands and without a word he extended the package to her. She begins to grab the package and slightly touches his cold and dirty hand, chills run down her entire body and she felt a sudden fear.

She smashed her lips against his, making sure he was mesmerized by her single touch. She let the guy go, and he was completely dazed-- so dazed, tiny hearts could have flown around his head like a love sick puppy. This amused her, seeing the effect she had on guys. She patted his shoulder as she snickered under her breath.

Phillip also stopped and scanned around, but in search of unwanted classmates nearby. And after seeing none, he knew it had to be now; the time was perfect. He wasn’t going to get another chance. So, he crept up next to her from behind as quiet as a phantom. “Hey, Kylee,” he then said with a head nod that seemed innocent enough, and it had worked to catch her attention.

His body tensed up at the mere idea of having her in such an intimate way. Adam knew it would be something of dreams, or so it would seem to him as he had been dreaming of her all his life. "I've been told its quiet...pleasurable." he explained as gentlemanly as he could. "I like that, we are each other’s savior." he spoke as his hands gently stroked over her warm curves. He kept them on her and side, but the urge to explore further was still there. Thankfully he had enough control to not spoil the moment, "Then let us spend the rest our time together feeling what we can. I admit I may be slow in that regard. I have not felt anything in such a long time; it is hard to remember what these feelings are. Hard to explain them, but I don't want them to stop." he admitted as his lips brushed over the curve of her ear as his sense took in all they could, if only to keep him from forgetting anything about

“Ella, this is the producer friend I’ve been telling everyone about,” Jacob explained as he gestured toward Anthony, “Anthony Thompson this is Ella Henley.” Anthony held out his hand and she took his hesitantly. His breath caught in his throat as her skin touched his. Her hand was soft and small, it seemed to fit into his larger hand perfectly. He shook her hand quickly before pulling back to attempt to gain control of himself

They stood facing each other for a few moments, and then, so abruptly Eliza didn’t know what was happening until it was happening, Gregory lurched forward and grabbed the back of her head. He pressed his lips against hers, and to her surprise she found herself responding to him. She breathed deeply as they kissed, and his hands moved through her hair and his hard body pressed against hers.

Tom stopped at a street sign that read Bakers Street. "Hm? Oh I'm sorry, I did not intend to go on a rant."

Could he help it if Gabriela was so beautiful? And that she was flirting with him? Aunt Elizabeth was on the phone. She waved him to sit. She looked tired, her brow furrowed, eyes bloodshot.

“What’s th” she was cut off as Neal lowered his lips to hers and kissed her delicately. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief and then closed as she enjoyed the feel of his soft lips, but not for long. She pushed him away. “What are you doing?!”

Instead of retreating, she moved closer until their legs touched and only the gown separated them. She slid a hand to his face and pressed a trail of breathy kisses along the edge of his jaw. Her golden hair fell in disarray off one shoulder, exposing her tanned neck. His breath caught, and he found her earlobe, kissing and teasing, lowering his lips little by little to the pulsing in her throat.

Warren enjoyed the blush that spread across his lovers formerly pale cheeks, his shy expression and the way he turned his head to hide it. He never expected Nathan to say it back, that's just how it was. Nathan liked hearing it and Warren liked saying it. But what came next surprised him.