“Look at me” he said to her and pinned her arms above her head. He looked straight into her eyes. The heat of his touch seeped into her. She wanted to turn her face away from him, but he didn’t allow it. It was too intense. Everything was too much. She was exploding. Imploding. Not thinking. Just enjoying. In that moment, he was everywhere. “I’m going to keep you” he said with a grin.
Little did she know back then that she could still feel his grip on her arm years later. Little did she know back then that she was set free the moment she drove back home. And yet… Out of an intense weekend, filled with memories, this was the one scene that came back again and again. The way he had looked at her right at that that moment. The way he had felt; in every way. And what all of this had done to her. That moment still made her weak in the knees. A passionate memory that turned into her most favourite fantasy.
reflections of an unquiet mind 