Forget Me Not

March 31, 2010
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He touched my hand. It had been a long time since anyone dared to. Shivers went up and down my spine. I closed my eyes and let the sensation fill my body. He made me feel good. But it's not meant to happen like this. I'm dying and he's just plain evil! Lewis doesn't care about anyone but himself. God, gorgeous though, and if I wanted anyone it was him. It wasn't right to want him when I was going to leave soon, but something in me burned for him, and not the way I burn when he compels me. This is a deep burning. Passion. He has to be mine. I don't care if it's not fair on him, when has he ever been fair on me?
'Sylva, are you OK? You look... Deep in thought. Anything I can help with?' He took a step closer and lifted his hand to touch my face. It was so warm against my cool skin and it felt good. I wanted more. I found my confidence and took a step towards him. He looked nervous. An emotion I never expected from him.
'I guess you could, but I'm not sure you could handle it to be quite frank.' I flashed him a smile and placed my own hands upon his chest. His heart was beating steady and slow, contrasting my own fluttering chest. He took in a deep breath.
'Oh I think I can handle it sweetheart. Question is can you?' He winked and I moaned as his lips met mine.

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