the—lilith:
hayden-lowes:
hayden-lowes:
He sat down on her couch, smiling back at him. He looked around and everything looked normal to him. There was no reason for him to assume that there wasn’t anything normal about her. But this was LA, and people were different. People had different abilities and people were…
He looked directly at her, sipping his glass of wine. “Nah, Nah, its fine. Just tryin’ to help. Besides, there’s a lot of bad in this city, I’d hate to see a beautiful girl like you disappear. Y’never know what kinda sick fuck’s out there, you know?” He admitted, realizing how close she was. He didn’t want to give in. He loved Izzy, he truly did. But this girl was tempting. And what would a small taste do?
He finished his glass of wine, before looking back at her again. “You’re beautiful, you know. I bet you’ve got a name to match it,” he said, playfully leaning into her.
She tried her best to stifle a laugh. Little did he know. It amused her how well this was playing out. Blue eyes roamed over him before finishing her own glass, setting it down and idly running a finger down his arm. “You sure do lay it on thick, don’t you… ~ It’s Lilith.” She said casually. After all, Lilith was actually a pretty common name that gave her no hint as to who, or what, she was.
“I suppose you could say that,” he said as he shuttered at her touch. She looked amazing, and he wasn’t going to resist that. He looked back at her, smiling. “Edgy, I like a girl with an edge,” he said as he laid back on the couch, putting his hand on his head. “I mean every word, Lilith,” he said sincerely, looking her up and down before biting his lip.
He was going to do this. He couldn’t resist her, and he knew it was wrong.
But why did it feel so right.