Under moonlight, I close my eyes and I just dive in
Do what I like, my paradise, don't know what time is
I make my way to shore
Like I've been here before
Fade and I fall, under it all, under the covers
Echoing walls, I hear your call, come to the surface
I make my way to shore
Like I've been here before
There's an ocean in between usSo light a candle in the darknessI keep trying to swim towards youBut I'm only treading water
"Treading Water" by Hayla
His fingers encircled her wrist, and slowly he pulled her hand towards him. A curl of brown hair fell over his eyes as his lips grazed her knuckles, watching her reaction without breaking contact.
Elise stilled, forgetting how to breathe as his fingers lingered on her wrist. She kept her gaze locked on his neck, going delirious with the self-induced torture of imagining and restraining herself from pressing her lips there, to feel the rumble of satisfaction in his throat. His Adam’s apple bounded as he swallowed. Jesus. If she looked up, it would be game over.
“Elise,” he said.
She knew what would happen if she met his eyes. She didn’t move. His fingers alighted from her wrist and gently tilted her chin up.
His dark eyes bore into her soul. Rigo leaned forward, and she knew what was about to happen, and time slowed to a viscous, languorous crawl.
He kissed her, and time became infinite.
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