Temptation

A soft blush burns my cheeks, engulfing me like the first drop of rain in a dessert. Never do I gain control of myself. I do try, though. When my eyes glaze over his strong, lean body and his soft, masculine face, a certain warmth encompasses me. A little like that blush which had suddenly came over me as our eyes met once again.
Quickly, I looked away. I turned my gaze to any place but his in hopes that perhaps he didn't see me admiring him, wanting him. Have I spoken to him? No. Certainly not! Men like that look for greater things. And, as I surpected, this alpha has his mate. But, like any daydreamer should, would, could do; I dream of his touch, and how it might be.
In the end, though, my handsome prince will find me; all in a romantic daydream. The first delicate kiss... and each sigh will explode like new butterflies in spring. As I'm lifted into his strong arms, an excitement like not other rushes me along until I feel the anticipation tipping over the jar. Or is it I who is simply caught up in such a sweet fantasy with wonderful temptation?