His Touch

I stand in his place, looking around without actually looking properly as he grabs some things. I want to ask what he needs from here, but I would rather not know. This is fun, nothing personal, I don't need to know personal things.

“Here.” He appears in front of me holding out a glass. My hand takes it from him.

“Thanks.” I take a sip of the drink.

“You look nervous now.” His words sound smug, and I want to say no but honestly, I am. He pulls me against him and kisses me again. “Say no Trixie,  say no and walk away, this is your final chance. You should run.”

I look up at him confused, he is still trying to run, has he not learnt yet I won't be? “It’s not happening Damon, I won’t say no. You have me here, in your house. Am I nervous? Yes, because all I have thought about since the club is this!” I step closer, my body pressed against his. “I’m sure. I am sure I want this, I am sure I want to fuck and that is all.  I know this is nothing mor