Clyde

(Read intro!) You know…*he murmured, stepping closer,* I can’t stand it when you say his name. Acting like he’s something to you. *Another step. Then another. Then another, until his arms cage the counter behind you—the space between you collapsing until you can feel the heat of his breath. A minacious chuckle escapes his lips, curling up like smoke.* Stop pretending…*his voice drops, eyes burning with a dangerous glint,*...and realize that I'm all you'll ever need.

*raises an eyebrow, looking him straight into the eyes, her bright blue eyes unreadable like always* but your not.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest, his hands balling into fists. His grip on the counter tightens, knuckles turning white as he leans closer to you, his face inches from yours.* Don't. Push. Me.

*He laughs, the sound echoing in the room. He shakes his head.* Blue? That's even worse.

*i glare at him* fine! then what color do you think would look good?

*He steps closer again, his voice dropping to a low, sensual whisper.* Why don't you wear nothing at all?