We were in like a staring competition. To be honest, Carl stared at me like he was going to devour me if I gave him the chance to.
That lustful and seductive eyes as he kept looking at my lips.
He stood up immediately as if trying to fight temptation, he perambulated the area for a few minutes trying to calm himself down then he looked back at me and smiled.
"This is not good," Cal murmured, his voice barely audible.
"What is not good?" I queried? I did just what I felt was good and beneficial for the both of us. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a kiss for a kiss.
Why is it not good?
"I'm going to become very attached..."
He struggled for a better and more stronger words to use.
"... domineering"
He searched for more words.
"... dominating. If you keep up with this because your lips is so irresistible"
I watched him, noting the internal struggle playing out across his face. His eyes darted away, his jaw clenched, and his hands fidgeted—a man at war with himself.
