Double Trouble

She knew she was in trouble the first time she met him and she sensed danger but a far different danger than any she'd faced before.

She knew she was in trouble when he could come up behind her and whisper her name in that low throaty voice; his warm breath seeming to caress her ear as he'd say "Zee-vah," drawing out the two syllables and making her pulse race.

She knew she was in trouble when he became less annoying and more endearing.

She knew she was in trouble when she would look over at him and he'd be staring at her and his eyes would glitter in that certain way and her breath would hitch and she'd feel flushed all over.

She knew she was in trouble when he'd just touch her anywhere accidentally - shoulder, arm, back – and she'd feel a tension start low in her stomach.

She knew she was in trouble when he started talking inevitability and it scared her.

She knew she was well and truly lost the first time he kissed her and meant it.

Heknew he was in trouble the first time he saw her; when she let her hair down and he forgot to breathe just for a second or two.

He knew he was in trouble when anytime he'd brush against her he'd feel an immediate tightening in his groin.

He knew he was in trouble when her threats to do him bodily injury became cute instead of scary.

He knew he was in trouble when the rare opportunity arose where he could put his arms around her and hold her close and it felt like she belonged there.

He knew he was in trouble when he'd look up and she'd be watching him and when he caught her eye she'd get that deer caught in the headlights look and then immediately pretend she hadn't been watching him at all.

He knew he was in trouble when she'd lecture him and all he wanted to do was smile at her just to piss her off some more.

He knew he was well and truly lost the first time she kissed him and meant it.