Grey Eyes

Through lowered lashes, I peered at him, my feigned innocence at it's most coquettish. I waited, and soon enough, as I had predicted, he looked back at me, so I blushed, when our eyes met. I made my eyes flutter towards another view, but made sure to bring them back to his, who followed my lead, just as I had anticipated. Perfect, I thought. I knew that by the end of the evening, he would be mine, ready to be reeled into my bed, with just an inquisition made by my expectant gray eyes.