Note: Leah sits lost in the memory of the first time she kissed the only man she’s ever loved. All while she follows Robert home to seduce and kill him.
He pulled away and walked to the street ahead, I followed slowly, taking time to study his body as he hailed a taxi for us. As I stepped in and sat down, he closed the door behind us and got as close to me as possible.
Taking his coat off
Laying it across our laps
He pulled my hand
Till it sat between his legs
That hardness against my palm
He flexed and then put his mouth close to my ear
His soft lips grazing it
“Is this what you want?”
The tingle creeping up
Creeping up into my hips
Resting in my belly
Straight up through the middle of my chest
Till the thumping of my heart leapt up into my throat
When that tingle finally reached my lips, and I could do nothing to stop myself, I kissed him. As we sat there at a stop light somewhere between Soho and Kensington, I held his face in my hands. Never in my life had I felt more worthy and alive, than when his lips were on mine.
Yet here I am following some scumbag. The gleam of that same man’s taillights making me ask myself again and again in the dying light of who I was, “Could I actually kill him?”
The answer to that was easy.