Chloe

The Planned Dare

His eyes are like the only ocean I want to be drowned in.

He just stared at me as if I was drowning. Melting, debilitating knees. His hands never left my cheeks unoccupied. He was still caressing it and seemed to feel the texture of my skin. His eyes were focused on me, memorizing every detail of my face. I could no longer imagine how I was feeling, my chest was throbbing and I wanted to lose my treacherous heart. I reciprocate all his stares at me. With his face so close to mine I could feel his breathing. Even applying his breath to my skin...