(Controlling himself is so difficult, so much more harder knowing that they were both wanting. She didn't just play too close to his flame but she managed to make it grow more with how much longer he himself had to abstain from touching her as much as he wanted to. This thought was driving him insane too, that aching want that wants to surround the two of them with him knowing she can just as easily reach over to grab his tie once he absentmindedly pops another Samosa into his mouth since his own part of the meal wasn't too far from finished.
He's trying to wait so that she can finish if anything.
It's obvious that's what he's trying to do knowing were he to wait any longer than that his patience is going to run out before he can remotely get anywhere near done on anything else with her. He can do that much knowing his struggle, knowing that between the two of them it's so very apparent that they're not going to get through the rest of the meal.
Knowing that if he drinks the rest of his wine, he'd be unable to stop himself from cracking entirely, he's abstaining from that too with how much the alcohol is pushing him toward caving as well. It seems this taught him another thing ironically. That he's prone to being hormonal like her by far more than his usual while under the influence, or rather, it's something she gets personally whereas others don't get to see it.
Others would only get to see him clingy and sleepy in contrast, she gets despite his best efforts from that torturous three weeks hormonal and clingy instead. Maybe it's a good thing he refuses to drink in public then.)
... I know. (Her words barely register, trying to keep himself together a little longer right as his eyes settle on her lips. The desires still there to take and to let this flame consume them but he has to force it down for now.)
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He's trying to wait so that she can finish if anything.
It's obvious that's what he's trying to do knowing were he to wait any longer than that his patience is going to run out before he can remotely get anywhere near done on anything else with her. He can do that much knowing his struggle, knowing that between the two of them it's so very apparent that they're not going to get through the rest of the meal.
Knowing that if he drinks the rest of his wine, he'd be unable to stop himself from cracking entirely, he's abstaining from that too with how much the alcohol is pushing him toward caving as well. It seems this taught him another thing ironically. That he's prone to being hormonal like her by far more than his usual while under the influence, or rather, it's something she gets personally whereas others don't get to see it.
Others would only get to see him clingy and sleepy in contrast, she gets despite his best efforts from that torturous three weeks hormonal and clingy instead. Maybe it's a good thing he refuses to drink in public then.)
... I know. (Her words barely register, trying to keep himself together a little longer right as his eyes settle on her lips. The desires still there to take and to let this flame consume them but he has to force it down for now.)