he often wondered what she THOUGHT when she looked back at him. those eyes of her were dangerous. he couldn’t help but to be self-aware with every action, hoping that he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t like. typically, he wouldn’t bother himself with such worries. tyler was skilled at maintaining a certain AURA of cool. and that was even when his insides were engaging an actual war that could not be seen. margot, on the other hand made him question everything; and truthfully, it was rather terrifying. what could a girl like H E R even see in a girl like H I M? his tongue danced over his inferior lip as he made the feeble attempt to hold onto some sense of nonchalance. so here he was, grabbing the glass that he had just filled and swallowed several mouthfuls of caramel liquid, knowing it was the only way his nerves could be cooled. maybe it was that he liked her so much ( a girl who had been in his life for only a handful of weeks–but hey, who said you ever had control over your heart ) that he doubted his worth. the girl before him could easily have any man who caught her eye. was he letting anxiety get the best of him? certainly. his thumb glided over the cold, smooth surface of his glass, brown hues lifted to meet hers as he offered her a BOYISH smirk, remarkably, despite that inner turmoil that was raging on within. with her long golden locks finally freed from the band holding it up, tyler reached forward, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, “your–uh.. your hair is really beautiful,” the younger actor mustered. cue a mental kick to the balls as he immediately clarified his words, “you’re beautiful.” he was positive that margot heard such compliments almost daily, but he couldn’t help himself–it was all he had been thinking about since she arrived. he gave her another smile, swallowing it back with yet another gulp of whiskey.
her request, admittedly, took him a bit off guard. his desire to know her thoughts only increased, his shoulders heaving with a sigh, “what are you PLANNING, huh?” tyler inquired softly, though he closed his brown orbs as he was instructed, heart rate increasing as suspense and anticipation took over. her hands were on his thighs, he could F E E L her body heat against his. he couldn’t follow through with her order for long, eyes opening to find margot painfully close–their lips could meet if he only leaned forward. swallowing back a lump in his throat, his finger tips danced forward, gliding up the soft curve of her neck, wanting nothing more than to finally taste her. but it was OVER before it could begin, margot playing a game that inspired her to jet away from him, “not FAIR!” he hollered after her, though he needed a moment to gather himself before he was hot on her trail, the pidder patter of his dog’s feet on the hard wood easily giving her away. sauntering up to the large standing cabinet, he leaned over to see the blonde, backside pressed against the wood. tyler grinned at her, “was that supposed to be a challenge?” his large hands reached out for her then, curling around her petite wrists as he promptly raised her arms above her head, pinning her against the closet, his body flush against hers, “i found you.”
she quickly blinked away the iridescent splotches that gathered over her less than tip top vision, a symptom of the night’s drink and the tug of her stomach from the lingering time it took for the male to appear in front of her. smooth leg bent at the knee, as it angled and then retiringly slipped to be pressed, like all else, to the wooden cabinet, now a surface she was practically adorned to with the addition of the male’s weight on her. the huff that emitted from her chaste lips could be either from the introduction of just how definingly changing it was as he folded into her or from her being caught in the little hide and seek she hoped would end the way she planned. then again, the night hadn’t been hardly of what she imagined ; a good thing. usually her anxiety captured her mind, sometimes showing her the worst possible case scenario in repetition-like patterns. she shimmied a bit, the bare of her thigh criss crossing with the other a few times as she bowed her head back to glance up at him, starry-eyed and begging. straightening her back and her natural curls following suit, she was envious that he was able to reach out and touch her, and the only thing she had some mobility of was her tube sock covered feet, that lightly tapped on his feet a couple times. ❝ MAYBE.... ❞ she gently obligated an answer that only she could make out to be electric, small lightning bolts collapsing from her tongue all while her ceruleans perusing over his frame which ended mostly with his countenance. and the thoughts only resumed with how badly she wanted to cradle his chin in her hands carefully, purely even, just by how breathless it appeared in the dim light. maneuvering tipsily to her toes, she’ll work up as much might as she could to get to where she felt in the slightest bit of control. ❝ i dunno how much i CAN do, got me lil’ tied up here, t. ❞ she cooly quipped, but with a certain trip over her words. was it the caramel sweetness he recently poured her rounds of, or was it the male she no sooner met a totaled month ago, at large, that had her tongue-tied?
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