NYLAH
I could barely sleep throughout the night with images of Xavier flooding my mind.
His demeanour, his perfect body, built especially for seductive purposes. The way he spoke with calm, the manner he reacted to words thrown at him with an unfazed expression, and his possessiveness towards me all made me want to throw myself at him.
Yield me until there was nothing more to give.
"Get a hold of yourself, Nylah!" I screamed in frustration at the way I fantasized about him. Just one night, the first night of having a meaningful conversation with him, I'd gone all nuts fantasizing and daydreaming about him.
I forced my cheeks to take their normal form and stop stretching into a smile, and I buried my head in my pillow.
There was no way I was going to give him so much power over me, my thoughts, my mind, my... heart.
"Urgh!" I half screamed as I turned on the bed, my face now facing the fancy ceiling.
It all began to calm down, my racing heart when I remembered his words again.
