She felt his leather gloved hand beneath her chin on that last note, and she leaned in a little closer, expecting his lips to meet hers at any moment. She felt her muscles relax as she gazed into his eyes. His words enveloped her, and her pupils dilated. Her mind felt foggy but peaceful, and she felt as if… as if… “I…” The word left her lips, but she began to feel her mind sifting through the cotton that clouded her mind. “want…” She felt like things were wonderful, like she could please him and they would be happy in a heated embrace, living the moment. Maya felt like… like she was on drugs.
She blinked her eyes and leaned back, away from Desmond a little. The jinni shook her head as if to clear it. Maybe the drugs she consumed last night were still working on her. It was kind of weird with how fast her fiery blood burned it from her system, but it was possible there was something extra in that pill she’d taken.
Instead of mentioning that, she changed the subject entirely to his attire. His answer had her thinking he must be a skilled actor. His wording was always precise, and he packed them with double meanings much like she did. “Well, it all depends on the source of the heat.” Maya admitted, moving a hair closer to him so her knee touched his.
“Oh, I mostly just hang out with my friends. It’s not really all that interesting. I’m probably just like any other college girl who likes movies and such.” Not to mention the facts that she loved drugs, and she was practically a nymphomaniac. “What do you do? I mean, I’m pretty sure computers aren’t all that keep you up late at night, right?”