[u][i][b]Jealous[/b][/i][/u]

A cigar sets between his lips, and for the first time in her life…She was jealous.

Jealous of a damned cigar.

Even jealous of the book within his hands!

Jealous as his fiery emerald eyes trail over each word; his fingers softly caressing the page in preparation to turn it.

And that cigar..
How the cherry burns bright as he draws in it’s flavor before it billows out in a smokey breath.

Her skin burns in yearning. The want, the need, to feel those fingers dance upon her grew with the passing moments.

Her bottom lip quivers in desperation. Her mind screams for her to get up and remove that book and cigar. To let him draw in her flavor as they kiss while his hands would caress her.

But look how peaceful he is..

With his dark dreads pulled back; his bare chest rising and falling soothingly.

His posture lax, and yet … Alert at the same time.

Oh how she loved seeing him this way…

And though she cursed that cigar, and she cursed that book..

She kept to herself, sacrificing her greedy needs to watch her lover be at peace.