His eyes were big and they stared at me. It was a little big like magic, as if you see snow for the first time, as if the universe becomes totally purple and has amazing lights in it, as if a little puppy is joyfully jumping in the flowerfield with white beautiful roses. I looked at him in silence, with a little fear that crumbled up in my bones. His look was so stargazing, so dark and big with lashes so beautiful I wanted to touch them. But I couldn't. It was just to terrifying. His touch paralized me and I didn't feel like myself. He slowly turned his head to me and kissed my forehead. He became closer and I felt his lips on my cheaks, sliding to my neck and back to my mouth. At that moment I lost control. He waited en I couldn't watch at him, it was too scary, too close, too personal. No one has ever touched my heart before and this exact moment I knew how that feels. He touched me in ways no one touched me before. And I trusted him wholeheartly, he would never hurt me, he meant it and he wanted me so bad and did too much for me to be fake.
His hands grabbed my neck and he stroke through my hair. They slide to my back, slightly over my but and suddenly he lifted me up and turned me around. His eyes were shining like two big kristals in the moonlight en in his look I recognised something. Something sweet, something new, something worth fighting for. And it was so addicting how he just keeps his lips right before mine, but how he never kissed me. I became so thirsty and I wanted him to kiss me. But he never did, he just showed his love on other ways. He enjoyed my hungry look and he knew, ow how he knew. He knew I was falling for him. And I was scrued, I was like his slave...