what is haitham really thinking in moments like this?
is he truly thinking about how much of an annoyance you are, slumped against his shoulder after a long night of conversing and drinking?
or is he thinking about how sweet, how without inhibitions you are as you cling to his shoulder, giggling about whatever has struck your interest that night?
so many questions. so, so many queries rack his brain about you and your indiscernible nature, all until your lips catch his, and he is dragged into the inescapable pull that is you.
it’s easy to fall. easy to fall into all that is you below him, something he was so sure he could abstain from. all until your soft hands grasped at his form and begged him to please, please just indulge you, unaware that you would keep him captive in the finest pleasure the night could offer.
what a foolish move. it only he knew the consequences of yielding to your desires, becoming a slave to your passions that would have such an effect upon his peaceful way of living. maybe then he would have reconsidered taking you into his arms.
but for now, he was insatiable. desiring to eat you up for all you were, and giving you all that you wanted, body and soul.
