…I’m posting a snippet of Written in Malice!!
I’ve not been around much. Real life is kicking my ass. But I am writing, as slowly as it is.
So here we go. Enjoy.
She stepped into my direct line and my eyes bugged. She wore tiny white shorts, and I mean tiny. A sparkling gold top and some kind of high shoes. For someone as short as she was, I hadn’t expected her to have such beautifully shaped legs. I wanted to run my hands up and down them and then wrap them around my waist.
“Well hello there, Rose.”
“I don’t do nicknames,” she said.
“You don’t do boys, you don’t do nicknames.” I faked exasperation. “Anything you do do?”
“Definitely not you.”
“You look good, though,” I said, taking a deep gulp of beer. “Very good. I didn’t think the Virgin Mary would be quite so…sexy.”
She blushed and looked down at her outfit. “Yeah, well, you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover.”
“I’m judging the cover a lot right now,” I muttered.
She blushed harder, and when she did, something of me got harder too.
I couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted her more than I’d wanted something for a very long time. Whatever game she was playing, it was spurring me on, it was turning me on. I stepped closer to her and dipped my head so that our lips were inches apart. I wanted her to feel my longing. I wanted her to mimic it and want me as much as I wanted her.
“I wish you didn’t have any morals right now,” I said slowly. “You wearing those tiny, tiny shorts is completely unfair.”
She seemed flustered. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Trust me, anyone else, and I’d be deep in those woods buried deep inside them. But not you. You, you keep me wondering. Waiting.”
“You’ll be waiting a long time, Oliver.”
“You’ll be like fine wine. I don’t mind waiting if it’ll make it all that sweeter.”
Her eyes began to close and her lips pucker, as though she was waiting for the inevitable to happen. And I wanted so badly to kiss her. To feel those soft lips on mine.
But this was a game. It was a game I had to win and as my eyes flickered away from her pouty mouth, I spotted Lizzie over Zara’s shoulder. Her eyes were hard and her arms folded. A game. This was all a game.
Zara pulled back, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Oh yes, I had definitely won this round. With a wink, I brushed past her and disappeared.