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You and Declan are sitting next to one another at a corner table. You’ve been talking and joking for a couple of hours now, getting increasingly tipsy as the night unfurls, the bar busier, louder, and smokier. The eye contact you share, at the beginning of the night hesitant and fleeting, now lingers suggestively. As the noise around you swells, you lean into each other, knees brushing, daring even to slide one of yours in between his, the hem of your dress hitching up as you do so. Declan resists the urge to look down at the glimpse of your bare thigh between his slacks, but his gaze meets yours’ with more intensity, his own knee moving imperceptibly forward between your thighs.
Every now and then you place a hand lightly on his strong forearm, bare below his rolled up shirt sleeves. You lean in closer to whisper in his ear, letting your lips brush against his earlobe just slightly, your breasts centimetres away from his chest. You’re close enough to smell his cologne - deep, musky - and the cigarette smoke that clings to his shirt. You hear him chuckle as he registers what you’re saying, feel his hand curl gently around your waist, just for a second. As you pull back your cheek brushes against the light stubble on his. You’re both painfully aware of how close your lips are to one another’s, that it would take only a slight movement from either one of you for them to meet, but neither of you make that move.
Instead, you sit back a little, look into his eyes, smile, bite your lower lip. He smirks back at you, takes a sip of his whiskey. A few moments pass in silence before he leans forward to brush a strand of hair that’s fallen across your eyes, then leans in closer to whisper in your ear this time, the sound of his deep voice and thick Irish accent so close to you sending shivers down your spine. He’s making a wry observation on something happening across the bar from you, out of your line of sight, but you can barely focus - the hand he’d used to brush your hair away now cradles your jaw, his thumb stroking lightly down your throat.
When he leans back he remains closer than before, but still neither of you fully closes the gap between your bodies. The energy between you is so palpable it’s almost dizzying. You’re so close to one another, but not melting into one another just yet. The anticipation is delicious.