My little obssession.

It was late at night, the time of their arrival on the ancient house. It was just another turn on the dance. But it wans't as anything else when she first laid her eyes on him. Oh my goddess, all of her body and soul screamed silently. For he had such beauty that it was as if moonlight itself had taken the shape of a man. A silverish bright on his thin delicate hair, his skin unbearably soft and white, and she could see night herself reflected on that emerald eyes. This was the dangerous kind of man: pouring sensuality in every move he made. It was like a bolt. She couldn't reason. He was dangerous. Absolutely dangerous.
She tried to steady herself but it was too late: she couldn't help herself. She couldn't avoid having her eyes atracted to his figure anywhere he was. What was this? Why in the heavens was she so completely and entirely atracted to this stranger? She prayed to heavens to not have to go near this man. But heavens seemed to like playing another way, because one second after seeing moonlight dancing in the middle of dance floor she was being introduced to him. Be cool, you're too old to feel like a teenager. It was a flash. She was with someone, he was with someone. Hi, nice to meet you. Two kisses. See you later. And his smell was on her clothes and the wet trace of his soft lips were tattooed on her cheek.
Stop it, stop it, stop it! And still, anywhere he was, she laid her eyes secretly. Why? I don't know nothing about this guy. He must be a pervert, for all that I know. But what a nice one... When was the last time you were magnetized this way about someone? She could feel a warm kind of energy flowing on the air... She could feel him in ways she wasn't used to open to strangers. Who is this guy? Why I'm feeling so lost for a stranger? She decided to stop the madness and reached another floor.
It worked. She closed her eyes to hear the first notes of Depeche Mode. Enjoy the Silence. So beautiful. Almost peaceful. Far from him, in control again. Being herself. Good. Anyway, what she was thinking? Guys like THAT just don't look at girls like ME. It's better this way. Same old confortable lonely way. But it would be good if it could be another way, don't? Shut up! Won't ha-ppen. Don't start.
She decided to go away. Run from that damn place. If she should act like a child, let's do the complete work. She calmed herself a little and started descending the stairs slowly and righteously. And as slowly as in a dream he was coming upstairs. Her heart failed a beat. She managed to keep the pace, but she couldn't avoid their crossing.
He was looking as deeply inside her dark eyes as she was loosing herself inside his green ones. What is this? He knows. Oh my goddess. He noticed. She couldn't stand the look, so she lowered her eyes, but she couldn't avoid his perfume entering her nostrils and his warmty so near her... And their lips, they were so near that when both managed to say excuse meat the same second, she could feel his breath on her mouth. It could have been a kiss. It could have been anything. It was just her finishing descending the stairs, pale, cheeks blushed, heart pounding on her chest, darting to the door. The full moon shining over her body. She felt its blessings. Her heart beat softened. I know I can never see this man in my life again. Let him be like a dream to me. Let him be nothing more than a little obssession.

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