My heart races and my temperature rises. A feeling of woozy bliss settles into my gut and causes me to become needy of his handsomeness. I’m drawn to the lifeguard on so many different levels, under his spell, unable to hold back my emotions. Trent has me, I realize, and can do whatever he wants with me and my skin. Everything about my world is transfixed by his kindness, which is driven by his untamable passion, and whatever else he can obtain from our meeting eyes at the moment.
He places the bottle of wine and glasses on the counter to his right and keeps his hypnotic stare on my face. A whisper escapes his lips, which sounds intrusive and eager, but soothing all at the same time, “Can I have you, Storm?”
My response is kindled with a burning fire and ultimate attraction for the photographer as I begin to close the gap that separates us, “Please.” 25: Edwin