He grins but I can tell he’s still upset, and he flattens the fabric on the ground next to me. Everything about his man is throwing me for a loop tonight. I don’t know who he really is, but it’s like we’re magnetized and I just want to be closer even when I shouldn’t.
Opposites attract I guess.
I’m not so convinced this is how Archer Sampson is outside this room, up there in reality, but right now, tonight, he’s alluring, and sweet, and caring and I just want him next to me again. I want to forget the doom awaiting me up there.
“Just come back down here,” I scoot myself up and over onto the yellow-gold cloth and prop my head on my hand again as I tap the ground next to me inviting him down.
He plops down next to me and once his eyes meet mine again I see a man defeated. In this moment, I can’t help myself any longer. Even if this man is different up there and we never speak again, I’m not sure I want to know that I had the chance to feel his lips and I passed it up.
Right now, my life is in limbo and I’m stuck down here. I have no choice in the repercussions tomorrow; and whatever those kisses were, they felt amazing. I just want to feel something good again. I want to wash away my worries and I can’t think of a better way to do it.
Once he lays back on his side facing me, I want to say something to make him feel better this time, so I say the first thing that comes to mind, “I’m not mad at you. It’s not your fault we’re down here. I’m just as responsible and,” I pause for a moment and take deep breath, “I’m not mad at you for kissing me,” I let my breath out and his eyes light up.
“You’re-?”
I shake my head to confirm.
He leans in but stops half way as if he needs me to say it again. I don’t say a thing, but my eyes tell him and our lips touch again.
Surges of electricity flow throw me as a fire ignites. My hand reaches him, cupping his strong angular jaw. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me flush to his body. I fit like a glove and the warmth sends me to even greater lengths of desire.
My arm wraps around his neck as the heat in both of us increases. I roll on my back pulling him on top of me. His large muscular body molds to my curves as one of his legs slide in between mine, propping his hips on mine. I feel the bulge in his pants pushing against me and for a moment that little voice of sanity rises again, telling me to stop, but I completely ignore it and continue with my fantasy.
Once tomorrow comes, everything is going to change. I’ll have to find a new job, possibly move for said job and deal with the shame of actually letting myself be another notch on Archer Sampson’s belt…so for tonight…right now…I just want to feel…good.