DRIVE ME INSANE

LIAM

Conversations are floating around us comfortably but all I can see is rain.

His face is flushed by the alcohol we are drinking, which reminds me of his sexed look. He always looks flushed, pupils shrunk as lust and desire ebb from him.

My eyes trail his body, from his bare inviting neck, my mark visible even under the dim lights, to his chest, lithe waist that's not entirely covered.

He is dressed in low-riding baggy jeans the sides are held together by small chains which means I can see the start of his hips, the milky skin so tempting I can feel myself getting a tent. Rain is always sexy, the movements he makes are dripping sex even when he doesn't mean it. His body is sinful, shaped to seduce anyone out of their minds.

"Stop looking at me like that," he leans in, scent enveloping all my senses.

'Like what?" I look at him, my eyes falling on his red lips.