"It's still dark.." He said almost right away, still staring into the endless forest before us, and the dark sky that seemed to be looming over us.. I took the last sip from his whiskey, and handed it to him. He had plenty of bourbon bottle all around the house.. "Yea." I said quickly as I straightened up, exhaling a sharp breath and running my fingers along the side of the metal balustrade. I knew he glanced at me for a second, but I was trying to stay focused on the little silver stars far away on the sky, and not on the thoughts that went though my head.. "You shouldn't be here then." I heard him say, causing me to look back at him, but he took his time enjoying the view and didn't bother looking at me.. It's not like he was wrong. I was the one flaming up the situation again, and maybe he just wanted to be left alone. Maybe he got mad because I left like that.. I nodded my head slightly, trapping my lower lip between my teeth in order to leave it on that. A second passed.. Two. I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted out of this. I apologized, so I was done. Taking a small step backwards, I let my hand slide off the balustrade as I turned around to leave.. I don't think that after that night, my mind could process much at that point.. I was just glad that I was able to talk to him about what happened.. So after I drank the rest of his whiskey, I was on my way. But the thing was, I don't think either of us wanted to end this conversation on that. Before I could walk inside, I heard his slight sharp breath and felt his hand wrap around my wrist in only a second. So fast that my heart skipped that hallow beat, making me lose my breath. It seemed so easy for him to turn me around, and no matter how sudden he was, I didn't feel shock nor surprise wash over me. I just felt tremors underneath my skin when I was turned around and looking at him. There were no feelings there, love, or caring for either of us. I knew that. But dear God, there was something that night that had us both paralyzed whenever our eyes met, melting into each other, and feeling nothing but raw lust. It was that moment of weakness, that moment when he crossed that line before and made that little space between us disappear. Whatever barrier there was, he broke it, and now here we were back at the beginning. Desires, cravings and lust that was far from visible, something we did to somehow put out that misery that crawled through us, and the honesty that we shared that night was what caused that vulnerability. At least for me. Hours before, in that fight, we were lethal, but in moments like this, around each other, we melt. And game over. I lost. I lost the second he stopped me, turned me around, and without a single word kissed me. I lost when my brain stopped the second his lips met mine, and that same second, I continued something I knew I was breaking all my rules and vows for, but craved oh so strongly. It was as if every atom of my body missed this. This moment of truth where our minds spoke without words coming out, where our lips danced in movements we both didn't practice but knew so well.. I lost the second I realized that my body had already given in, and there was nothing that could fill my desires the way he did in that moment. No pureness, no faith for anything after.. Just a movement of our bodies that meant nothing and everything at the same damn time. The same electricity down my skin, the same boiling in my veins, the same breathless moment as before. Faintness. That's all it was. My whole body going just weak underneath his touch. His hands on my waist held me in place and the warmness of his body against mine gave me the answer that I longed for since that second. The second he shut me up with a kiss like this. A sea of whiskey could not intoxicate me as much as just a drop of him did. We both reached for air, and the second I breathed in, the second my eyes fluttered open, the world seemed to spin. My soul shook with the simple wish for him, and my body burned with each flame that his touch caused. It was that moment where he once again made me forget every little part of the chaos in my life, and replaced it with only one thought. Him. Our lips still brushed when he managed with no effort to leave a faint kiss right on the side of my lips, then my jaw, as he got closer to my ear. "I didn't say leave." The simple rasp in his voice, the dark desire in that whisper caused the storm in me to fall silent.. I felt his hands wrap around both my wrists as my palms were resting against his chest, and push them away yet holding me with that same tightness in his grip, control in his moves that had me motionless. With no effort and only a slight push, that gush of wind was heard and the ground beneath my feet disappeared for a second. My eyes closed in that quick beat, and soon I felt the wall behind me, making me realize that he guided us inside. I looked up at him just to see a pair of dark eyes staring back at mine. A terribly obvious emotion behind them of nothing but lust, and light that took my breath away. He held my hands not against the wall, but just nearly between us, almost as if he was making sure I was staying in place. But little did he know that even if I wanted to, I wasn't wasn't going anywhere after being terribly intoxicated with that kiss. He leaned closer and there was a second where I felt his warm breath against my neck and my body seemed to just go weak.. My eyes closed when he left a quick wet kiss, then another, and another.. A moan threatened to escape my lips before I trapped my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes slowly opened when he moved towards my face, when he looked at me only inches away, focusing on every feature of mine.. "Why are you biting your lips for?" I watched his lips move, and the second he said those words, I realized that in fact I was doing that exact thing. He was testing me, teasing me and playing me with each move and word he said. And he knew exactly why I bit my lips. "That silence is killing me." He told me. And I knew he wanted to hear every moan of satisfaction his touch, his lips caused. It didn't take much for me to give in when he moved closer, and managed to break that with a simple kiss.. A hungry, demanding movement of our lips powerful enough to let him take what he wanted.. I heard myself let a soft moan against his lips, and the desire he heard in my voice seemed to satisfy him in every way, excite every inch of him. I could feel how hard he was against me, and if he continued with these games, I knew my legs would just simply give out..