Coleman rolled his head as her fingers explored his hair; her nails parting his curls and sending shivers down his spine with each miniscule of movements. He could feel his chest tighten a little and his stomach knot; his heartbeat sped up and he swallowed. His body was reacting to the touch of this woman and the opium was telling his body that it was reacting in all the wrong ways. But, and as it always did, it felt so right.
The haze of the air was met with her soft, captivating words as they wrapped around his ears and all but consumed his soul. His eyes drifted to her lips and he leaned toward her, reaching out and tracing her mouth using his index finger. His touch was gentle, barely there, as if he was feeling the air in front of her and not her skin. He bit his lower lip and inhaled, “Told you.”
The haze of the air was met with her soft, captivating words as they wrapped around his ears and all but consumed his soul. His eyes drifted to her lips and he leaned toward her, reaching out and tracing her mouth using his index finger. His touch was gentle, barely there, as if he was feeling the air in front of her and not her skin. He bit his lower lip and inhaled, “Told you.”