Lion's Den

The darkness in your eyes. You pulled me away from him. You wouldn't allow him to take a step closer. I wanted to be adored, but you made sure that wasn't even a possibility. I snarled at you. You grabbed my wrist so firmly and pulled me out of the lion's den. That's exactly where I wanted to be. I didn't want to be saved by you. I wanted everything but you, we had our chance. We were always at the wrong time. But I needed you, you were there. You would turn up out of the blue, like a knight. You thought I needed saving, the truth is, you needed it even more. 

I resisted your pull, I wanted to go back into the bar and play with fire. 

The cool air tamed my spirit. But I was still pissed. Finally, I ripped my wrist from his grasp. 

"WHY? Why do you care who I converse with?" I seethed. 

He went quiet, the darkness gone. His face seemed to fall. His voice was a whisper. I couldn't make him out. I was free, I decided to turn away from him and head back to the bar. But he grabbed my waist. He spoke my name so sweetly, that everything came back. Our history seemed to replay within a second. Before I could make sense of anything, he pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn't just a kiss, it was three years of tension, truths, and wants. The passion, the desire, I kissed him back. Wanting to fall again. I embraced him fully, allowing myself to explore him once again. His warmth engulfed me. But before the spark could turn into a roaring fire he broke from the kiss and the spell seemed to be gone just as quickly as it had come. He left me breathless and confused. I pushed him off. 

"You." There were no words for my confusion or anger. 

"Don't tell anyone, she can't know." He simply stated in a cool tone. 

I ran. 

My legs carried me away, tears streaming down my face. A night of lust turned into a night of doubt.