I step out of the car and a warm breeze brushes the back of my neck, a familiar feeling on the first of many springs.
It's warm enough to wear a skirt, but cold enough to need the heat of another body pressed against mine. As I walk up the creaking stairs, I think about how excited I am to stare into smouldering brown eyes as we discuss movies and life. Trying not to get too distracted...
A nervous butterfly sits in my rib cage, her wings fluttering. Almost immediately, the door swings open and I'm pulled in for a kiss. One hand firmly behind my head, the other teasingly low on my back. We kiss until my head spins and I'm worried we'll
run into his roommates.
We reluctantly pull away and he let's out the usual "hi", sweeping his hair back. I wonder if he knows how cute he looks when he does that. He let's his hand slide down to my heaving chest - only to discover that the butterfly has multiplied.
As we sneak inside I avoid looking directly into his roommates eyes. Afterall, not many people know that I can get a house to shake with the wiles of my body. Matthew makes a snide remark about my blushing cheeks on the way to his room. And I feel my eyes roll at his sarcasm. Wouldn't be the first time he's made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
After 2 sets of stairs I try to keep my
breath steady. But that's not easy with what Matthew does to me.
His hand wraps around my neck while the other presses my hips down to the mattress. He knows I want him to be in control.
"Did you like that?", he whispers.
"Of course, anything you want. I'm yours" I stumble over my words, gasping for breath. I can feel the butterflies traveling south.
