Cursed Ground

He edged closer, their mouths only inches apart. Her breath hitched, and he could see that she was fully aware of exactly what was taking place between them. Yet, he himself could not claim to be unaffected. His labored breathing was the most obvious sign. He was nearly panting like a dog, as if he’d had a five mile hike up rocky terrain. But not only that, his skin burned as if he was being eaten by fire, and if he’d touched a piece of paper right now he was certain he would singe it. And his heart was beating so fast he was surprised it hadn’t tired from exhaustion. It was like a rocket ready to shoot out of his chest and go into orbit any moment now.

He’d been tempted plenty of times in his life, but never to this extent. Not by such honest desire. Usually his desires were quite perverse. Perhaps because he’d lived a very isolated life in which emotion was of least importance to those around him. But with her it had nothing to do with rebellion, perversity or even simple lust. Joining with her was one notion in the grand scheme of it all. In the end he would like to love her and lie next to her, hold her, and then tell her everything was going to be okay. Then maybe if he said it enough for the both of them, he’d come to believe it too.

One of them had to act but they both seemed paralyzed and transfixed by the other and the thick blanket of attraction that formed between them. For a moment it was so thick he’d swear he could reach out and touch it. Almost taste it even. Taste, touch, smell, hear, see…

He didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget those beautiful eyes now. They’d imprinted themselves upon his mind permanently and he would’ve been glad to stare into them for the rest of his life but a less noble surge of attraction tugged at him.

Her lips parted, and his attention set there from then on. He pushed back a hard swallow, focusing on the soft pink sweetness of her bottom lip and felt an urge to suckle it whole. All pretenses aside, he was shaking now and she’d have to be blind not to notice it, but there was little he could do. The battle of temptation he was fighting against was a strong one. One of the worst he’d ever come against in his entire life.

She took in a deep breath and he could see the expectation and need in her eyes matched his own. He shut his eyes, forcing himself to focus.

Remember!