I missed you in the storms

He didn’t want to lift his gaze from hers. Wanted to breathe in that perfect aroma of her. To lose himself in it, in her. There was heat to his gaze, and he wasn’t sure if was going to be able to back away from her now. He wanted to claim her lips with his, and feel the familiar heat of her body against his.

“All I see is your light.” He whispered softly at her denial. Simply by being here, and being alive, she brought back his sanity, his reasons. He was no longer a drowning man, but he wanted to drown in her regardless. Her words of breaking wearied him. A part of him cried out that it was too much, too soon for her. She should have kept the distance between him. But she wanted him close, needed him. He craved that need. There was lust in his eyes as he leaned forward, and brushed his lips softly against hers. Trembling with the strength it took not to crush her against him. To claim her then and there as his and only his. Instead it was just a feather’s touch, waiting for any hint of returned passion. “Then I'll be as gentle as I can.” He promised her.

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