From the moment their eyes had first locked, it was like something inside of Brooklyn had magnetized to him. Even without seeing him, her body was aware of where he was in the room full of people.
------------------------------------------
Brooklyn had met him for the first time that morning, introduced by her best friend who was now set to marry his best friend. There was nothing extraordinary about the way they met, but everything extraordinary about the way her spirit immediately recognized his. Like seeing someone you've known for a lifetime, they settled into familiar banter throughout the day as they explored with their friends. Brooklyn tried to play it cool, enjoying her time with friends while everything in her fought to catch his eye or be next to him. She wondered if he was trying to do the same as they went about their day.
That night, they all met back up for a house party with a bunch of his friends mixed with hers. The perfect storm of strangers and familiar faces. Groups formed in different rooms and outside in the back yard. Music played, karaoke was sung, people talked at full-volume with drinks in hand and snacks being consumed.
At one point during the night, Brooklyn snuck away to the kitchen, away from the crowded rooms, to get another drink and a breath from the overstimulation of music and multiple conversations. As she finished refilling her cup, she turned to find him watching her from the doorway. It was the first time they'd been alone since they met that morning and every single part of her stood at attention, waiting to see what would happen. With his own drink in hand, he moved wordlessly closer to her and lifted her face to make eye contact with him, a smile playing on his face. "Are you having fun?" he asked, holding her stare. Her heart beat faster in her chest and then heat coming off of his body along with the magnetic zing between them made her nipples harden into little points under the bodysuit she was wearing. The way he towered above her, gently pressing her back into the counter with the power of his body, flooding her panties with warm wetness. She could feel her heartbeat pulse between her thighs. Just his presence alone melted everything inside of her into a puddle of need. She wanted him closer but her nerves pinned her in place. "Totally but I just needed a minute away from the craziness" she responded back, trying to keep from sounding as breathless as she felt.
When she started to look away, he moved his head to catch her eyes. "Don't look away from me, baby. I'm not finished looking into your eyes." Timidly, she looked back up at him and felt another wave of lust crash over her as the playful light in his eyes shifted into darkened desire. Just as they started to move closer, another partygoer rounded the corner and she quickly turned away from him to grab her drink and head nonchalantly back into the living room; the spell of their connection temporarily broken.
After that, Brooklyn knew she was a goner. If he got her alone again, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from making every little thought play out between them. The darkening of his bright eyes replayed in her mind. He had disappeared, presumably going outside with some of his other friends, and Brooklyn tried to shake him out of her mind and focus on the friends singing and dancing in the living room, clearly more than a few drinks into the evening. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control the wetness spreading between her legs just from the thought of him standing so close to her. Lost in those thoughts, she jumped slightly as a warm body pressed up behind her and growled into her ear, "meet me in the office room in 2 minutes.", tucking something behind her ear as he walked down the dark hallway. Everything in her quivered as she felt the hot whisper of his voice lingering on her ear. She reached up to touch what he'd tucked there to find a flower stuck sweetly in her hair. How could one person be so dark and magnetic and so sweet at once?
