Pure Slush’s LUST

What You Want

Warmth crawls beneath your skin, a heated glow around your fingers, tension in your cheeks. It gets to the point where you can’t even sit in the same room with him, because sooner or later your body and mind snap tight, contracting with what you want, an internal orbit around unspeakable things.

…

It’s one thing to say he’s so handsome you could punch him, but what do you really want?

Because it can’t be that.

Last night, when he took your ringing phone off the coffee table and handed it to you, his bent, broad shoulders and long, lean back and something about the points of his knees through his slim jeans made you want to make him crawl.