Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Y's eyes were purple today.
The color of her eyes had always fascinated him.
It was the first thing he noticed when they met. She had been sitting in the bleachers during track practice, cheering on her boyfriend, X, who was running the mile. He had been staring at her for what seemed like hours before he approached her.He was the only one who could make those purple eyes look even more beautiful. She smiled when she saw him and crossed her legs. They were the kissing kind", as she called them. Her toes curled as she waited for him to kiss her. He did not disappoint.His lips moved along her jawline and then her neck until he reached her purple eyes. He stopped for a moment and stared at her. I need you to do something for me," he said. "Close your eyes and lean into my kiss. Pretend I am X and I am kissing you."
"But I don't want to pretend.I want you to really be X and kiss me."
"No. I can't do that. It's not fair to you. You don t know what you want until you actually have it. Trust me when I say this. I have your back. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you."
She bit her lip and closed her eyes.His tongue swept along her bottom lip before he pulled away. She felt hot and bothered. She wanted him so badly.
"Open your eyes," he said after giving her another peck on her lips. "I need you to see me. Look at my eyes when I talk to you. Okay?"
He was right.She could see his eyes when he spoke to her. She could see the mischief in his eyes when he looked at her while he was playing with her hair. But most of all, she could see the love in his eyes when he looked at her. That was what she wanted. That was what she was going to have.He was going to give it to her. He was going to give her everything. She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes. They were the eyes of a predator. The eyes of a man who could devour her in one gulp. She was his prey and he was going to kill her with his eyes. He was going to make her surrender to him with those eyes.Her breathing was strained as she opened her eyes and looked into his. His were the kind of eyes that could make a saint turn into a s il vous plaît. They were the epitome of seduction. He knew it and used it to his advantage.
"Do you trust me?" he asked breathlessly.
"Yes," she said without hesitation.