firefly-flashes: He’s been watching me across the room all night.His eyes have flirted with th
firefly-flashes: He’s been watching me across the room all night.His eyes have flirted with the straps that keep slipping off my shoulder and the slit in the skirt of my dress tonight. Did I accidentally flash him a glimpse of the lace-topped stockings and garters I’m wearing tonight? I think that must be why he smiled.He doesn’t make me nervous. I’m not thinking about what his hands will feel like when they tease the curls at the nape of my neck carelessly spilling from my updo or when they make the zipper at the back of this dress purr until my skin is laid bare.I’m not imagining what his tie will look like wrapped around my wrists or whether or not his voice will growl hot and wicked demands in my ear later. He didn’t just make me shiver when he casually touched my arm to recall my attention to the conversation I was almost listening. His laugh is like chocolate. I didn’t realize I blushed so obviously. I meant to tantalize him tonight. Instead, all I think I’ve done is betray my own addiction to the sound of his voice. -- source link