She watched him closely.. every bit as closely as a lioness might watch her prey. She watched as his head tilted and his lips moved in a hypnotizing way, speaking words that she couldn't hear, no matter how much she wanted to. His lips were soft, and his tone was even softer. He clutched the cold drink in his hand, and suddenly her throat felt dry, but it wasn't because of what was in the glass. It was the way his hands held it.. firm.. a sure grip.. yet his hands looked so soft, so delicate. She imagined how his skin might feel.. his pale skin tangling into hers perfectly and effortlessly. She began to breathe harder, and the town around her faded away slowly, until all she could see was the man up the road.

Her nails dug into the fabric of her jeans and she bit her lower lip, he must have felt her staring at him, because he looked her way, and his bright green eyes met her dark, mysterious eyes. She swallowed and snarled.. he immediately shuddered and shook his head, continuing his conversation with Andrea.

A few minutes later, Andrea walked off toward the crowd around the Governor. She seized this opportunity and marched straight toward the man peering into his glass, placing more significance on it than anyone ever should place on a drink.

She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head back slightly, waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat and reluctantly tried to strike up a conversation.

"T-There are drinks over there," he motioned over behind him to a girl standing by a table with cups on it, "it's not much, but it certainly helps on such a hot day."

He felt very uncomfortable as her eyes wandered all over his body, but he couldn't help the wave of excitement that washed over him.

"Yes.. it's very hot."

"I-...Y-.. You don't.. say much, do you? I mean, you're Andrea's friend... right?"

He didn't particularly care for how mysterious she was, but there was something about her that just lured him in.. and he wanted to unravel everything about her. He wanted to pick apart her brain.. ask her every question that was running through his mind. He loved how she terrified him, and he felt his cheeks burn as he unintentionally imagined her without her clothes on.

She was borderline arrogant, he had to admit. Or, perhaps he was reading her all wrong.

I'd like to read her all right...

He couldn't stop the dirty thoughts that were popping into his head. They were so distracting, if she had said something, he certainly missed it.

"I don't plan on being here long. Why would I waste my breath?"

She seemed a bit blunt at best.. it definitely didn't seem she cared too much about Milton's opinion.

"You could stay.. we have use for you.."

"We, or you?"

He frowned slightly and shifted his weight to one of his legs, obviously uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken.

"They certainly use you so much, don't they?"

That hurt. Milton was a bit physically inept, but he liked to believe he made up for this in other ways. Maybe she didn't like that he was performing experiments on her walkers. Or... pets..

"...I don't suppose they do." he whispered in a small voice.

She smiled wickedly and grabbed his hand suddenly, he had an urge to pull away, but something in her eyes told him that he shouldn't.

She started to walk off and tugged on his arm, an indication that she wanted him to follow her. He did so reluctantly, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd for a moment. She threw caution to the wind, if she was leaving, it didn't really matter what she did while she was there. After all, what danger were they to her? What danger did this man pose to her?

Still, she couldn't deny the aching need growing inside of her. Perhaps she just needed a release.. but there was something so damned delicious about how nervous he was.

"..I might have real use for you."