His Nepenthe | complete

47. Burning

B U R N I N G T O U C H

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At the turn of the handle, the steaming hot water began to stream from the shower head, pelting down to the floor. I stripped out of my clothes, stepping into the boiling hot water. I felt goosebumps rise over my skin as I got used to the burning temperature.

'dirty fingernails, same as your mind.

but he could strum the guitar just fine.′

The heat lulled me into a sense of security, my eyes slipping shut as I let myself be cleaned. Good god, Brandy was going to be the absolute reckoning of me.

Everything about her I wanted, and the smallest things drove me insane. The way the sides of her eyes crinkled when she smiled so wide, to the sparkle in her smile, the contentment in her heartbeat. She had me wrapped around her fingers without even knowing my devotion.

'every now and then he'd think about his life.

day dreamin' just to pass the time.′

My mind slipped into the moment I was with her at a café, her eyes shining as she ate her cheesecake and told me of old memories. She was capitating. Her skin, her eyes, her words. I wanted it all.

She listened to me in a way no one ever had, her hand holding mine under the table. The golden girl rested her cheek on her palm as she took in my words with all her attention, nodding in understanding at all my confessions.

'now the sun is closer than it was,

before.

anyone who's anyone can feel it.′

Her laugh when I told her good memories I had of my brothers was so sweet that I would do anything to listen to it.

I felt every inch of my body aching for her. It felt so wrong to think of her. She was my sweet, innocent Brandy, I wouldn't taint her even if that's all I wanted to do. That was what my biology ultimately desired.

I groaned, turning the temperature down. I was burning in a dangerous desire to have something I couldn't. The least I could do was try and cool myself to stop such terrible thoughts of someone I loved endlessly.

'saturdays are not the same as they used to be.

sadder days, why do they keep on using me?′

I turned off my music as I dried off, feeling as if the lyrics weren't all I wanted them to be. I was back home now, happy for once, as Clarisse was long gone. She would be staying with her 'girl friends', which meant she was probably on an alcoholic club-to-hotel binge to make herself feel something.

Marco was happily munching on some buttered toast as I entered the kitchen in search of his precious orange juice.

"Good God, kid, how long do you have to shower?" the raven haired boy gasped dramatically, gripping onto his toast tighter for the added effect, "Don't tell me you were jacking off. I use your shower sometimes and that'd be gross!"