His eyes brighten as they fall on me and he reaches out tentatively before snapping his hand away, flicking his gaze over the others next to me. As if against his will, he is drawn back.
This time his focus lingers, and he steps forward close enough that his eyes flicker shut at my scent. There is no hesitation this time as he reaches out to caress me, his fingers running down the length of my spine.
As he bites his lip we both know what he is thinking, of all that he could have with me: excitement, passion, adventure, love… all of it.
All he has to do is choose me.
Finally his hands encase me fully and he pulls me to his chest.
With a thudding heart he scans me closely, the world around him falling away, and I know he is lost within me.
He is mine.
I wrote this for a bit of fun, trying to write from the perspective of a book on a shelf at a library or bookstore. It was fun to try out, but really quite difficult 😀 Still, that’s what writing practice is about, right? Trying out new things!
Hope you enjoyed it!
Have you ever tried writing from a strange or difficult perspective?
*This is a scheduled post, I will be back on Tuesday. Hope everyone has a brilliant weekend!* 😀