They sat a room apart, and in the moving activities between them... they still caught each others scents. 

Sometimes she would experience a sudden tickle in between, a subtle but sweet moisture, and she would know that he was near. Somewhere, with his eyes running up and down her. 

When she did notice him, he didn't turn his attention away. But, held it, almost too intensely. She felt awkward but so intrigued and alive.

Days go by, and formally they haven't met. Although they are quite familiar with one another. Some things are already so good.

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It was his persistent and consistent nature that kept my interest, that drew me to him. He was persistent to know me, and consistent in his mannerisms.

I felt like he wanted to explore me, and I wanted him to.

He taunts my imagination. What does he smell like? What do his hands feel like? His breathe... How does he behave intimately?

He makes me hungry...