Her hands were shaky and clammy as she brought them up to cup his face. He felt as tho his heart almost sank when he felt them reach his hot skin. They were like a cool towel to him and he wanted to murr, instead his vocals decided to have him let out a sigh. He brought up his own hands, he placed them on her own. Tyson's hands covered hers and he opened his eyes slowly. They met her's a beautiful golden color, they fitted her red hair brilliantly.<br/><br/>He heard her shaky voice and it fitted with her shaky hands. He knew than that he had scared her, and a part of her feared him. He wondered to himself if it would really work between them, but he was determined to make it work. He nodded,"I'm positive that I wanna put up with you and your issues. If I'm not helping you  with yours I'd be dealing some other females fucked up shit....and I love kissing you, just...hah.. just watch how much passion you put behind it... I haven't danced with someone in quiet a while, so when you did what ya did, makes me wanna lay you on the couch and give you ultimate pleasure, or up against the cool glass, as our body's would heat..." He stopped himself from talking realizing he had began to pant and how wolfish he was being.<br/><br/>Tyson figured he than had scared her again as he spoke out parts of his fantasy's to her. He than blushed slightly for he never spoke his fantasy's out loud and cursed that woman yet again in that day. "This somewhat sucks that we can't dance, but I will wait for you. I'ma just have to relieve myself." He said feeling his bent up sexual tension. If was somewhat a turn off that she wanted to wait, but he would never be fully satisfied until he could be in her and fill her, but he wasn't about to dance with any other woman, hell he couldn't. His dick wouldn't rise for anyone else.