The hair on his arms rise and he know without looking that she’s in the same room. He lets his eyes travel across the sea of faces until they finally land on her. His stomach does a large flop at the sight and he struggles not to gape like a fool.
He let his eyes follow her from head to toe. Her hair is combed over the right shoulder, leaving the left side bare and open. Her dress, a deep red color, sits just tight enough to show off her curves, making his mouth go dry as the sahara desert. He swallows hard against the dryness as he trails his eyes down towards her cleavage and across her small waist. An urge to invite her to dance with her enters his mind, his fingers itching to touch her in some way.
He watches transfixed as she tips her head back and laughs out loud at something, and he zeroes in on the side of her neck. For a small moment he imagines what it would be like to trail kisses down her skin. She’d close her eyes in ecstasy and tilt her head to the side to give him as much access as possible. That’s when he’d do it. That’s when he’d wrap both his hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her.
He shakes the thought away as soon as it enters. It’s wrong to think it, it’s wrong of him to want it. “Excuse me” He says to his friends before he starts pushing his way through the crowd.
He rushes towards the nearest exit, slamming the doors loudly in his hurry to get as far away as fast as possible. The cold air he gulps down as soon as he’s outside is a blessed relief, and he feels his carefully crafted control fall back in place. He leans heavily against the nearest wall, relaxing as much as he can.
He’s done it before, and he’ll do it again. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t seem to help himself. There’s just something about watching the light in their eyes die. He’ll wrap his hands around her throat one of these days.
He just won’t be able to stop himself.