he watched as you shut the book you had been reading as his scent wrapped around you. He watched every shift in your body as you looked up over your shoulder at him with those big striking eyes of yours. He watched as those same eyes traced the size of him. The full muscle and masculine energy. His face was taunt and you could see the faint shine of the light sweat he had produced during his training. It had been rough today. Especially because today was his mother’s birthday. It was a hard day for him, and if you had spent the day with him, he knew you would have noticed the difference in his demeanour.

his eyes were trained on you as you stood up and walked him back against a bookcase. He could smell exactly what you wanted. He could feel it as your hands ran up his chest. Most days you would both be the ones the pounce on eachother due to the deal for your relationship to be purely physical. No feelings involved. But today he couldn’t. Today was different. He gently grabbed your hands bringing one to his lips and kissing each of your knuckles as his other hand gently twirled a strand of your gorgeous hair that he usually loved to tangle his big callous hands into. But not today. He couldn’t take you today. He didn’t want to take you. He just…wanted to see you, smell you, talk to you.