@morganmaywright
morganmaywright:
“I never really considered myself to be all that dangerous.”
That’s a lie.
There were specific aspects of himself that he considered to be dangerous – namely those he had no explanation for, no way of making it sound remotely human if he were to be caught. But he was forward. Well, he was forward when it made sense to be, when he was sure he was reading people the proper way. It was difficult to say exactly how she was going to respond, especially considering the levels of sass she was apparently capable of. If anything it made her more intriguing, if only just that for now.
So he was forward. Forward and harmless.
So he had teased and lured her in with the promise of business from her pamphlet, and even if she shirked it off and said no well … he would respect that. But when he was here, inches from her face and so aware that he could smell whatever lip balm she applied, he felt at least a little ballsy. Brave wasn’t the word for it. Morgan lingered, large frame taking up the entire doorway to his cavernous apartment, staring at the brunette with skeptical blue eyes softened only by the expression that plastered itself across her face. At the very least she hadn’t expected this.
“Come in.”
Tethered by an invisible cord, her head followed his as he retreated. What a tease.
As if it wasn’t bad enough he went through this charade: camouflaging his voice to lure her into his little game like the small traps of conversation when they first met. As before Alice tripped right into them, left to catch up in the game and take her own advantage. Last time was luck, if she were to admit it, that the conversation was staged for her make a final leaving quip after so many of his took her by surprise. Luck. And now, now she was being taunted by his closeness and the lingering suggestions of his compliments and bluntness when they first met. The lure that his lips came close with purpose, with intent of action as she readied herself the longer he was near. She could feel his breath, become conscious of her own until it came in tandem with his.
And then he pulled away. He pulled away and Alice move toward what she expected to happen. His two words had her lost for her own, shocked that her expectations were not met and had she not swayed with his motion she would have been left there still as a rock. Yet the invisible cord between them gave her enough momentum and decision to take what was promised as her hands grasped either side of his face from abandoning her, and pressed her lips to his.