You know when you have that ache, that deep-deep ache that starts between your legs but goes all the way up into the very centre of you, that makes your stomach feel tight and light and shuddery? And you have a day to get through but you would drop everything right now to just go to him, take that feeling with you, feel it intensify to near dizziness as you get close – that part of town, the end of his road, his front door. When all you can think of is not even the moment but the before, the space between. The intensity of want as you sit on the carpeted floor to unsteadily take your shoes off, avoiding looking up at him, fingers feeling numb and clumsy, unsure of whether or not you are alone.
Unsure of whether he will kiss you, or whether firm fingers will press into your jaw, thumb fitting neatly in the divot under your chin, your face tilted from side to side as he instead just looks. And you are stuck half-wanting to melt and tremble whilst the other half of you is push and claws and teeth and defiance. But all of you is want, deep and hot and fierce and screaming.
Yeah, that.
YES!!! That, I like that and you captured it perfectly x
Missed this – thank you so much! X