āme? what are you talking about? iām an angel,ā he smiles widely and proudly, as if he had wings on his back that were big and majestic.Ā āyeah? what stuff?ā he asks as he imitates her action and takes a sip from his drink. good thing heās on a maniac state of mind, some kind of euphoria running through his body, otherwise her words would hurt. because no, he doesnāt stroke his own ego, he actually destroys it. but it doesnāt matter. it doesnāt matter because sheās in front of him and he really wanted to see her and feel like heās noah tranter again. noah and yvie, back at it again. he chuckles and shakes his head, but he doesnāt answer. the blond lets her place her legs on his lap, he takes one more sip and carefully sets the bottle on the coffee table in front of them. when she pouts, noah canāt help but feel his chest a little warm. sheās cute.Ā āstop harassing me,ā he rolls his eyes,Ā āof course i miss you when iām not around,ā he admits. not that she needed to hear that, but he felt like being honest this time. there are a few people that heās slowly letting in, and yvieās one of them. he looks at her, the way her expression is unreadable, and he wants to know what goes through her mind. the feeling of her legs shifting on his lap almost takes his breath. he places a hand on top of her, above her left knee, and his caress is almost imperceptible. the silence between them is almost too much for him to handle. and he looks into her eyes as she drinks and heās not sure how to start the thing he knew he was gonna do. she cannot sit there, teasing him, and expect him to come out alive.Ā āin fact,ā he sighs and grabs her beer to set it on the table, next to his. he grazes her hand with his thumb.Ā āi think you have no idea how much iāve been thinking about you,ā he grins, hand on her leg aiming higher.Ā
sheĀ doesnātĀ letĀ herselfĀ goĀ intoĀ aĀ tangentĀ ,Ā notĀ wantingĀ toĀ boreĀ himĀ .Ā butĀ mostĀ importantlyĀ ,Ā killĀ theĀ moodĀ .Ā āĀ ohĀ youĀ knowĀ ...Ā āĀ yvetteĀ batsĀ herĀ eyesĀ ,Ā herĀ cheeksĀ heatingĀ upĀ whenĀ sheĀ feelsĀ hisĀ handĀ onĀ herĀ thighĀ .Ā sheĀ doesnātĀ lookĀ downĀ ,Ā notĀ quiteĀ readyĀ toĀ caveĀ justĀ yetĀ āĀ insteadĀ sheĀ keepsĀ herĀ eyesĀ onĀ himĀ ,Ā stuckĀ inĀ hisĀ gazeĀ .Ā Ā āĀ thereāsĀ beenĀ aĀ fewĀ projectsĀ keepingĀ meĀ busyĀ .Ā thereāsĀ oneĀ iāmĀ workingĀ onĀ nowĀ ,Ā āĀ herĀ eyesĀ finallyĀ dropĀ toĀ hisĀ handĀ .Ā butĀ onlyĀ forĀ aĀ secondĀ .Ā sheāsĀ fightingĀ aĀ smileĀ ,Ā aĀ genuineĀ smileĀ ,Ā fromĀ hisĀ touchĀ .Ā godĀ doesĀ sheĀ hateĀ whatĀ noahĀ doesĀ toĀ herĀ .Ā āĀ forĀ aĀ classĀ .Ā itāsĀ beenĀ kindĀ ofĀ difficultĀ forĀ meĀ .Ā āĀ itāsĀ whenĀ heĀ saysĀ heĀ missesĀ herĀ thatĀ theĀ fightĀ againstĀ aĀ smileĀ isĀ lostĀ .Ā nowĀ sheāsĀ smilingĀ ,Ā blushingĀ .Ā andĀ itĀ onlyĀ deepensĀ whenĀ heĀ takesĀ herĀ beerĀ andĀ sneaksĀ thatĀ touchĀ againstĀ herĀ handĀ .Ā aĀ chillĀ runsĀ upĀ herĀ spineĀ justĀ forĀ thatĀ andĀ inĀ herĀ headĀ sheāsĀ cursingĀ himĀ outĀ forĀ makingĀ herĀ bodyĀ actĀ theĀ wayĀ itĀ doesĀ wheneverĀ heāsĀ aroundĀ .Ā heāsĀ badĀ forĀ herĀ .Ā heĀ wonātĀ makeĀ herĀ happyĀ theĀ wayĀ thatĀ sheĀ wantsĀ himĀ toĀ .Ā butĀ sheāllĀ neverĀ beĀ ableĀ toĀ denyĀ theĀ wayĀ heĀ makesĀ herĀ feelĀ .Ā Ā āĀ ohĀ ?Ā āĀ yvetteĀ triesĀ notĀ toĀ meltĀ likeĀ puddyĀ inĀ hisĀ handsĀ whenĀ sheĀ feelsĀ hisĀ moveĀ furtherĀ upĀ herĀ legĀ .Ā Ā āĀ thenĀ maybeĀ youĀ shouldĀ tellĀ meĀ .Ā orĀ ,Ā youĀ couldĀ showĀ meĀ .Ā āĀ despiteĀ wantingĀ toĀ seeĀ howĀ farĀ upĀ hisĀ handĀ wouldĀ goĀ ,Ā sheĀ doesnātĀ waitĀ aĀ secondĀ longerĀ toĀ takeĀ mattersĀ intoĀ herĀ ownĀ handsĀ .Ā withoutĀ anotherĀ wordĀ ,Ā sheĀ sitsĀ upĀ .Ā sheĀ doesnātĀ wantĀ himĀ toĀ speakĀ ,Ā toĀ askĀ whatĀ sheāsĀ thinkingĀ orĀ whatĀ sheāsĀ planningĀ .Ā allĀ sheĀ wantsĀ isĀ hisĀ eyesĀ onĀ herĀ asĀ sheĀ swingsĀ herĀ legĀ overĀ hisĀ lapĀ .Ā beingĀ onĀ topĀ ofĀ himĀ likeĀ thisĀ ,Ā evenĀ thoughĀ sheāsĀ onlyĀ straddlingĀ hisĀ lapĀ ,Ā givesĀ herĀ aĀ senseĀ ofĀ controlĀ sheĀ lovesĀ feelingĀ .Ā Ā āĀ youāreĀ notĀ makingĀ meĀ feelĀ likeĀ youĀ meanĀ itĀ .Ā ā