The villa was a dream itself. A white and brown, Spanish
dream, sitting upon a waterfront of lilies and roses. The music of water
rushing with tiny beats, a soundtrack that never ceased. He was leaning his arm
against the wall in his tattered white jeans and retro button down shirt. He
looked bored or even deep in thought. He paid no mind to the party going on
around him. I observed him from the patio watching him with intense curiosity.
I shouldn’t have been so invested in him but something in my blood screamed for
me to examine him. So I did, and the more I observed the more my heart began to
flutter. He was beautiful, like an Italian painting with Emerald green eyes,
eyes that were distant, far from this exotic place. His hair was long and unkempt
the color of chocolate that he couldn’t help but play with every time the wind
struck him. I must have been staring for longer then I anticipated because his
eyes caught mine with the same curiosity. He smirked at me, boldly. He knew I was attracted to him and found no
qualms in acknowledging it. I couldn’t look away so much so that I noticed his
smirk formed on his left cheek, making him adorable as much as he was handsome.
I couldn’t help but sheepishly smile back, my eyes quickly darting to the
floor. I swore I could hear his laugh from the other side of the room. I pulled
my wine glass closer to me like a cross, protecting me from a rather
embarrassing moment. I looked up again and our eyes locked yet again. The room
began to melt around us. I can’t remember how long it lasted but I could feel a
gravitational pull making my resistance harder and harder with every wave. I
knew I wouldn’t make the move. I couldn’t. His eyes froze me. I was incapacitated
by him. After a few more moments, he mentally decided to approach me. He began
to move towards me like a panther stalking his prey. My instincts finally
kicked in and I began to make my way through the crowd. I knew he would follow
and I didn’t care. I wanted the chase. I needed somewhat of an upper hand. My
body was echoing a feeling that had long since been forgotten, desire. I wanted
him, no, I needed him. He began to get closer so much so that I could smell his
sweet cologne making my mouth water. I moved quicker. I made my way inside, down the stairs, deeper
and deeper until I hit the wine cellar. The sounds of the party dying upstairs
and the sound of my breath hitching in my throat filled the old cellar. I
waited the few seconds for him to reach me and without a moment of notice, he
lightly slid his fingers over my spine, slower and slower, vertebrae by
vertebrae. My body shivering with his touch. I turned slightly. My lips parting
to make a sound.
“Shh…” He replied pulling me closer to the heat of his body,
his hands gently tugging at my hair. He turned me slightly to face him and
pressed my back to the wall. Only a breath away from his lips I could see his
eyes. Those green eyes that could melt even the iciest of hearts, most
importantly mine. Then second by second he got closer. He paused drinking every
last bit of the moment in.
“Just kiss me…” I begged.
He did, and nothing
would ever be the same.
