I cupped his cheek, and he instantly melted, closing his eyes and nuzzling his cheek to my palm. He grasped my knuckles, opened his eyes and pleaded, "command your desire."
A shiver coursed down my body. I gulped, breathing shallow, turned towards the bed bench, my palm still on his cheek and stepped backwards. He stepped with me, his eyes fluttering, his hand on mine, unfazed.
Our eyes locked under a tender, invisible string. I stopped. His eyes flickered. I softly released my palm from his cheek, my heart thudding in my chest. His hand remained in the air like fog, still holding onto the hope of never disappearing.
I sat on the bed bench. He watched as he let his hand down, his eyes fluttering, his jaw softly clenching, his chest heaving, and his throat gulping down hard.
I still couldn't see him perfectly; the lights on the ceiling were painfully unreliable. "I want to see you clearly," I said.
He flinched, blinked hard and quickly moved towards the door.
Snap. A brighter light, – red— illuminated the whole room. There he was. Perfectly visible, sharp yet tender.
My pulse increased. I blinked away, my breath unsteady. He pivoted to his knees. My eyes bolted to him. Gazing tenderly in my eyes, he placed his hands on his thighs and said, "What should I do now?"
My throat dried up. I gulped, just staring at him.