A broken heart

Chapter 6

"Rose, can I come in and talk to you?"

She stood there staring at me, as she thought about my request, for a few moments. I was actually getting afraid that she would turn me away, for now, for which I wouldn't have blamed her. I knew that I deserved for her to make this whole process, of my begging her for her forgiveness, just as difficult and painful for me as she possibly could.

I unconsciously combed my hand through my hair which brought her eyes up to my hair. And when she noticed that my hair was down, I saw desire begin to rage and burn in her beautiful and amazing milk chocolate brown eyes. Just as she inhaled sharply her nostrils flared and her grip on the door tightened.

Her grip on the door tightened so much so that it wasn't just her fingers that turned white, but her entire hand. All the way up to just past her wrist. Which was a stark contrast to the almond color of the rest of her body.

And yes, I do mean her body as opposed to her arm because I had seen her closer to naked than any other person in the whole world since she got out of diapers.

The night of the lust charm I had stripped her of everything but that sexy zhopa black lace thong that she'd worn under that amazing zhopa dress that she wore to the Equinox Dance. Chert, I hope that she still has that dress. (ass, ass, damn)

God, her eyes were filled with so much love, lust, passion and desire that night and now. That it took everything that I had in me not to slam her door shut and lock it behind me. Before I shoved her against the back of said door and attack kissed her as if my very life and sanity depended on her.

Which wasn't very far off the mark actually. Because there wasn't a doubt anywhere in my mind that my sanity, and possibly even my life, most certainly did and do rely not only on her. But on her health, safety and sanity.

I physically ached with the almost overpowering need to kiss touch caress and taste every single solitary inch of her gloriously beautiful body.

Oh my God, it was sooo yeblya difficult not to do just that. My hands trembled at the effort that it took to keep from reaching out and touching her. (fucking)

"I am sure that you know the rules about males and females being in each other's rooms, Guardian Belikov, sir."

Ok, so she was definitely going to make this just as difficult and painful for me as she possibly could. But like I said, I deserved that and sooo yeblya much more. So I did not blame her in the least. I couldn't, not after everything that I have put her through these last few months since we first met. I would most likely try to protect myself by doing the very exact same thing as she is if I were in her place. (fucking)

I took a step closer to her and she stiffened, I mean she went completely ramrod stiff and still as a granite statue. It was like she thought that I was about to attack her and beat the der'mo out of her or something. It was like there was suddenly a piece of steel pipe running up and down the inside of her spine. (shit)

I could see it in her eyes, she was yeblya terrified that I was going to hurt her again. Not physically of course, but mentally and emotionally. She probably even thought that I'd come here to tell her that I had taken Tasha up on her offer. If she'd somehow heard about it already, you just never knew on this campus because gossip rumors and lies spread like a wild fire around this chert place. Or she could even think that I was there for something else just as equally horrifying hurtful and painful. (fucking, damn)

And I had to admit that I had been contemplating taking Tasha up on her offer when I had walked into this building several very long minutes ago. But only the part about me being Tasha's guardian, nothing more, ever. It just wasn't even a remote possibility.