The one whose eyes twinkle with mischief, the one whose lips wear that roguish smirk, whose words and warmth finds its way through her skin and sinks right into her aether, knowing their way because they've been there a thousand times before. Whose breath tastes of cigars and confidence. The one that makes her face warm and pink, and her eyes caught up in his.
She doesn't even say anything, her own breath caught in her throat as she stares up at him, so close—close enough that she could kiss him if she moved just an inch. And no one would know... no one on this gondola would have any idea that she had with him caging her like this...
And that want is there, that longing that she's been stamping out all morning for his sake, when her eyes flit to his lips and then back up.
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The one whose eyes twinkle with mischief, the one whose lips wear that roguish smirk, whose words and warmth finds its way through her skin and sinks right into her aether, knowing their way because they've been there a thousand times before. Whose breath tastes of cigars and confidence. The one that makes her face warm and pink, and her eyes caught up in his.
She doesn't even say anything, her own breath caught in her throat as she stares up at him, so close—close enough that she could kiss him if she moved just an inch. And no one would know... no one on this gondola would have any idea that she had with him caging her like this...
And that want is there, that longing that she's been stamping out all morning for his sake, when her eyes flit to his lips and then back up.
Damn him...]