“If I were you”
She laughed, and turned to face me.
“I’m kidding. I am. You shouldn’t be scared of me. I’m direct, and I know what I want. That scares most men.”
She paused and looked at me.
She ran her soft hand down the side of my face, and leaned in to kiss me.
“You aren’t like most men. You aren’t like any man I’ve ever known”
As she kissed me again I knew…
That she definitely wasn’t like any woman I’d ever knew.
That did scare me.
Not in a bad way either.
It’s that fear you get when you’re standing on the edge of anything.
Standing looking into the pit of your own soul.
And there she was.
Staring into the pit of my soul.
Every word drawing me closer to her heart.
Every movement of her lips driving me crazy.
I’ve wanted her every day since.