“Do you want me?”
In that moment she’s looking at him from another angle.
Her eyes filtered, and blurry, like a faded polaroid.
Her heartbeat slows, down to just a trickle.
But her ears hadn’t deceived her, as he sat there offering himself.
Stunned, she answers honestly, her eyes unfocused, just barely perceiving how his arms hung over the side of the chair.
“This was supposed to be a game.”
He doesn’t say a word. Just sits there, his eyes layering her with his truths.
He didn’t hide, and she stared, spellbound.
she stared into his eyes and gave him her truth.
Of how she craved the life he offered.
How she ached eternally for that tiny spot in his universe.
Of how she had despaired of finding a kindred soul.
One who understood the depth she was willing to go.
Offering her everything and more.
He knew in that moment, he had her.
Her devotion, her worship, her obedience.
and she knew that he would always take care of her.
Take care of her feelings, cherish her heart for the gift it was.
The only thing she had to offer him.