Something New

Blaire White. Nimble fingers combing through my hair and massaging my scalp roused me from my deep slumber. I moaned in contentment as the feeling gently pulled me into sleep's gentle embrace. The musky scent of sandalwood invaded my senses as I slowly became painfully aware of the delicious soreness between my legs. Fluttering my eyes open, I was met with unfamiliar steel-grey eyes that strangely held warmth as he steadily held my gaze. I memorised the most minute details on his face: the curve of his light pink lips, the way his lashes fanned over his high cheekbones as he blinked slowly, the way his dark, wavy hair fell to his strong shoulders. My fingers itched to run through it, to confirm if they were as soft as they looked. His gaze was almost hypnotic, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. The longer I stared at the stranger I had unwittingly given myself to the previous night, the more I realised why he was gazing at me as though I were the most precious thing he'd ever he