Does this intrigue you?

Waves of cigar smoke filled the smoky, unbearable air in a dark, lonely bar I sat in.
A sickening feeling entangled my heart as I glared at a man leering at me a few tables away. He had straight blonde hair and glittering bright blue eyes similar to the color of the oceans. The man’s face was long and narrow, and twisted into a mischievous smile, like a kid you’d see on a magazine’s front cover. Danger seemed written in his charming eyes, but to me he seemed inviting and flirtatious. As we stared, I felt my distaste turn into immense desire. A burning sensation ripped through my body as our staring continued. My heart felt like it was on fire; the flames stirred by his good looks and intense gaze.
His long legs began to stroll toward my still figure.
My heart sunk in surprise as if it were drowning in my own body. My jaw dropped to the floor as I admired his confidence and grace. Nervousness rose within me. My jittery heartbeat intensified, it was the only noise I heard, thundering in my ears. The palm of my shaking hands became sweaty. I swallowed hard and drew in a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I watched this unfamiliar man tuck his hands in his clean white jacket. I smelled husky cologne once he reached me.
He slid his hand through his straight hair. I watched his eyes wander over my figure.
“Why, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He growled in a seductive, playful tone. His voice was a bit quiet, as if he wanted no one else to hear his words. The young man’s innocent blue eyes shut a bit as he peered into mine, obvious passion arising within them.
“No, I’m not that beautiful, really.” I said, staring at the ground, warmth filling my pink cheeks. A wave of intimidation swept over me, cluttering my mind with irritating thoughts. I despised my shyness. All of a sudden, he wrapped his arms around my waist and enclosed all space between us. His stare was to my open chest, revealed by my loose red blouse. He rested his hands on the sides of my hips, his gentle touch sending shivers up my spine. I was very slow to react to what he was doing. But I didn’t want to move. I was allured, attracted, engaged.
A light yelp escaped my lips as I wiggled out of his arms. His face fell in disappointment, saddened by the sudden distance between us. Suddenly, my high-heel got caught on a crack in the wooden floor, and I lost my balance. My spidery long leg snapped awkwardly at the ground, as if my legs couldn’t carry me.
As I was about to fall, he caught me just in time in his muscular arms.
My whole body became rigid with instinctive rebellion.
“Don’t touch me!” I barked, hardening my jaw and tightening my fuming eyes. His blue eyes got big, but they eased in tension. He captured my gaze, and I was hooked. He began to linger toward me again, as if he was a snake about to strike.
“…Don’t…” I tried to speak. “Don’t touch…” My words were a faint whisper, not assertive or demanding. The boy’s features became flawlessly smooth. His eyes glittered in hope and a smirk crossed his wicked lips.
“Relax.” He breathed slowly, placing his arms around my waist again, sinking them into my skin. I gazed at him, amazed, the sudden anger beginning to leave my stormy eyes. My skin became thick with tension.
His next action was unpredictable.
He grabbed my head of hair and brushed it away from my eyes. His free hand slid along my spine. He pulled me close and I jolted into his body. He suddenly grabbed the apples of my cheeks and pulled my face toward his. He crushed his starving, ferocious lips against mine in complete forcefulness.
A whirlwind of fear rushed through my body.

if not – how can I make it better?

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