Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

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The light was distorted, perhaps it was my vision. Red eyes, the blue skies welcomed me whole. I got myself up from the couch I had been sleeping in only to stumble and fall back into the arms whom have introduced themselves to me a thousand times. i didn't bother turning around, I chose to stay still, lazily snuggling my head up to her neck, I took in a deep breath, inhaling her smell, turning around to wrap my arms around her only for her arms to wrap themselves around me. I had blinked, shutting my eyes for a moment only to fall back into a world that I declared mine; it was peaceful, comforting, and lively, but for the first time in what forever is; I would much rather be in a world that's real.

"My sweetest heart."

By now, I had thought perhaps I'd get used to her sweet and captivating words yet they still had such a great impact on me, I couldn't help but feel my knees tremble, she didn't hesitate to hold me even tighter as she pulled me into her arms for another hug.

"You feel like home." I spoke in muffles, as her hair was getting in my mouth, I chuckled in response to myself, pulling away, as I kept my eyes glued on hers. "God, I look awful, don't I?"

Her eyes widened, viciously shaking her head in disagreement before twirling me around, both of us now facing a large mirror that was ahead. I cringed as I covered my face, all it took was one look at myself before I looked away, I looked like a walking corpse, my hair was a mess, and those bags underneath my eyes only seemed to worsen with time. She had removed my hands off of my face as her hands intertwined in mine as she leaned her head towards my shoulder.

"Messy, but the most beautiful I've seen." Even in words of whispers, her tone was hoarse, alluring, and left me craving for more.

What exactly was I craving? Not much other than to stay in her loving arms as she held me still, it was as if she was the one keeping me together as I fell apart, and that was both beautiful and fucking horrifying.

"Oh yeah? I bet you say that to everyone you come across." I challenged, turning around to face her, smirking as I wrapped my hands around her neck.

"It's your turn to hear it." She smirked, laughing as she looked away for a moment before her expression turning serious, catching my gaze again. "I'm not really ever like this."

"You mean, soft?" I questioned, raising a single brow in curiously.

She nodded her head in response. "I think you're changing me."

I leaned in, kissing her once again, reminding myself just how soft and addicting her lips were against mine, I hadn't realized the door was now open until I heard the clicks of heels as a woman walked in, which caused me to immediately pull away as she held a tray of food, she took a glance at both Gal and I, giving us both a dazzling smile, placing the food on top of the desk nearby before she left without a care, shutting the door behind her.

My heart began to painfully beat quicker than it did 30 seconds ago, someone had just seen us, and that was the exhausting fear I had carried with me since the beginning of what started between us. I glanced at Gal, watching as her expression stayed the same, nonchalant, calm, and seemingly well, she walked towards her desk, picking up a piece of toast that was on top of the plate that was covered with scrambled eggs, bacon, and waffles, she took a bite before offering it to me with a soft grin.

"No, thank you, I don't think I have the appetite to eat after someone had just walked in and seen us fucking kiss." I whispered slightly with a sarcastically, before sitting down in that couch I had slept in moments before, letting out a low growl. "How are you so calm about this? Someone just saw us."

"That someone, is my personal assistant, we are very close, we have built a foundation of trust and loyalty, she won't say a word."

"Loyalty won't get you far, Gal" I responded back, lowly, before walking up to her, only to have her arms wrap themselves around my waist. She had an assuring look on her face, but nothing can keep me feeling reassured when the heaps of anxiety begins to creep me; I felt my heart drop to the lowest pit of my stomach as I glanced at the small portrait on the corner, of both Gal and Chris holding each other as they foolishly posed for the camera. I had no appetite a moment ago, but now I was left with this heavy nausea that left me feeling more ill than I've ever felt.