Think About It Principessa

Whenever Don is this close to me, close enough for noses to touch and for our breathing to mix freely, I lose my sense of reasoning.

And I think he knows this too because even if we’ve only being in this kind of situation a few times, he’s always daring so close to me and I can’t decide on one reasonable thing to do whenever he does that.

Just like right now.

Both of us were cooped up in my tiny closet. I could hear every of the breath he let out and the ones he drew in. His blue eyes was the only thing I could see in the darkness of the closet and they had me trapped in them so much that I couldn’t look away.

“What are you doing?” I asked with wild eyes.

“You should leave already. Nick left three minutes ago”

“Not until I get what I want”

“What do you want?’

“You”

I squinted at him in the darkness.

“Forget I asked”

At this rate, I am going to conclude that Don is going crazy up there and I won’t sit with him and listen to him say things like that to me.

I’ve only known this man