Chapter 11

"One day I'll have your name tattooed on my skin and you would have mine on yours. Here." He pointed, his hands moving from my thighs to my upper stomach in a dangerously slow manner.

Then I knew I've had enough and if he were to touch me anymore I would loose control. I could hear my inner slut begging to be let out. Begging for me to Live, to dare. To go on an adventure. But I ignored her like I have been doing for so long and pushed his hands away from me.

"What makes you think I'll want to tattoo your name on me?" I asked my voice coming out harsher than I wanted. He made me lose myself most times. I was gradually loosing the control I prided myself with for so long. I felt like I was losing whatever sanity I had left. I was infact loosing whatever sanity I had left.

"Because you will never love anyone like you love me." He answered. His voice softer. His hands were on my legs again and this time I wanted him to move, to take me. To do whatever he wanted to with me.

He turned back pulled his glasses and dropped it on the pavement. His hands not leaving my thighs.

"The ego." I said rolling my eyes. He laughed and ignoring me his hands drawing circles on my hand. "Why can't you keep your hands to yourself." I whispered pushing his hands away from me again. I was lucky my voice came out as a whisper not a moan.

God help me

"I can't. You are like an addiction."

"Yeah right!" I laughed rolling my eyes. Unlike most girls I didn't fancy sweet words when used on me. Well the normal Sweet words.

"You don't believe me?" He asked with that face he used to make me believe he wasn't capable of hurting a fly. He would suck his lips and twitch his eyes down.

"Not that. I just don't fancy all this usual lovey Dovey talks like. You are my life, I can't live without you, I would die for you. You know those usual love talk bullshit. I'm a writer, I've written those things before, I've heard them before. I want something new"

"So to impress you I have to come up with something you've never heard before?" He asked, smiling somewhat proudly. He was looking at me intently now. The kind of look he gave me when he was impressed. I could look at him forever. There was just something about him that made me overly excited when we played this game of love. Fulfilled.

"Yes. You are a writer so impress me. Don't start acting like all those boys we see around with very little imagination." I dared.

He hugged me sideways his hands gently touching my breast. He was holding my hands now, holding me close to him.

I could no longer think of the beauty of the moon or how beautifully the cold air caressed my skin. All I could think of was his hands on me. If he had asked me to strip now, I doubt, I really doubt I would refuse.

"What's the worst pick up line someone has ever used on you?" He asked still holding me.

I took in a deep breath smiling. "The idiot said he could see the moon in my eyes. Imagine that." I giggled.

He laughed letting go of me. We both laughed hard.

I exhaled.

Even the moon could testify to how happy we were.