Pursuit

She felt a glance forced between them, before she even heard the knob of the door turn. Sitting up, the curve of her neck drew him to her, as captivated in this moment as in the prologue. Her heart, on tune with his, sensed this and she cringed at the exasperated elevation. She turned toward the allure and through the dark room his lighted eyes burned through hers. The space between them pulled stronger than the cool air leaking through her fingertips. She smelt through the seduction and the darkness the heaviness of his tongue, and her heart prepared for the familiar, weary drop. She shut her numb, heavy eyes and blinded them both. Holding stronger on what he had attained, the fire in the man pushed through the vacancy to touch her being. He blew smoke into her face, clouding her perception less than the curling undertones in his shout. But as always, the leftover silence was louder than that. For his words, seemed to inspire more than his stroke.