Dark patted a spot on the couch directly next to him. It seemed inviting, but he held a certain sense of power that made it more odd a command than a request. I slid over to sit next to him. I guess I wasn't close enough to appease him, however, because he grabbed me somewhat roughly and pulled me closer. So close, in fact, that our bodies were pushed together. He stared me straight in the eyes, and I felt my stomach flutter rapidly as my (e/c) eyes gazed into his crimson ones.
"Would you be a dear and get us some drinks?" He asked as he backed away slightly. I nodded and got up slowly. As I turned to ask Dark what he wanted, I caught him licking his lips slowly as he gazed at my body, looking me up and down. "Just surprise me."
"But...but I didn't even say...how did you..." My eyes widened as I realized that Dark could read my mind.
"Yes, I can read your mind. I've had a lot of practice in Mark's mind, and uh...let's just say that I've seen some pretty interesting things from both of your minds." I blushed furiously and went to the kitchen to get us our drinks. As I came back with them, Dark got up and took his gently from me, brushing his fingers against mine. Pretending as though he hadn't, he commented, "Cinnamon whiskey, eh? Nice choice." He clinked his glass against mine and we both gulped our shots down.