Taste of Love - (Gal Gadot)

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She drove, whilst I sat beside her. She had one hand gripping on the steering wheel while her other hand was intertwined with mine. I held it close to me, placing it on top of my chest, as I felt my heartbeat fasten due to a simple touch of her skin on mine. It was incredible. I brought her hand closer to my lips, giving it a small kiss, as I held it closer to my heart

"Where are you taking me? We've been driving for a while, and my butt is starting to hurt." I groaned, placing in a playful frown, I glanced at Gal, her facial expression changing. She wasn't smiling anymore, she looked dead serious, and that is when I grew concerned.

I placed my hand across her cheek, unbuckling the seatbelt so I could turn around and face her better, suddenly, Gal pressed on the breaks, placing her right arm over my body, shielding me from falling ahead causing me to gasp for air. My heartbeat was beating rapidly at that point, feeling my anxiety go through the roof, and my anger beginning to spike up.

"Jesus Christ, Gal, what the fuck was that?" I exclaimed, raising my voice, in agitation, feeling my whole world stop but nothing prepared me for what was about to happen next.

She placed her hand over my throat, squeezing it slightly before releasing her grip, her face now inches away from mine. I was paralyzed looking into her eyes, it was as if it was the only thing I've ever known, I couldn't look away even if I wanted to.

"Are you crazy?" Gal growled, her tone low, hallow, hoarse and deep. She clenched her jaw, exposing those mesmerizing cheekbones, as I saw the fire in her eyes. "Why would you unbuckle your seatbelt out of nowhere? Do you have a death wish? What if something were to happen to you, Sarah?!"

My mind was filled with everything I had wanted to say, but my mouth stood wide open, I couldn't spit those words out, and somehow I didn't know why. My breath was shaky, all I could in that moment was break eye contact and shut my eyes, removing myself from where I was for a moment before brining myself back to reality.

"I just wanted to face you better, you looked upset, like something was going on in your own little world, I just wanted to get a closer look of you. Besides, nothing happened to me, Gal... It's not that fucking serious." I roared, getting out of the car, to calm myself down for a minute or two, only to hear raging footsteps behind me.

I felt firm arms find themselves wrapped around my body pushing me to the side of the car, her scent was prominent, and it was all over me; she was all over me.

"What are you doi-"

"You are the best thing to ever happen to me. You may think this is small, and very foolish, but it isn't for me. I look out for everything that you do because I love you, I care about you, and I don't want you to be in harms way. Just the thought of you being hurt agonizes me. I'm protective over you, maybe overprotective, but I don't care. I just need you to always be safe."

"I'm not always gonna be safe, you know. Sometimes, we all have to be a little reckless. It happens."

"No" Gal shut me down almost immediately. "You can be reckless about everything except your life, because that's too precious."

"That was nothing, you've never seen me actually reckless."

"I'm almost scared to ask, what do you consider reckless?" Gal asked, biting her lower lip, as her eyes never left mine

There I stood with a sinister smile, flashbacks of my past began popping in, it was almost like the wild side was slowly pulling me through a nostalgic ride, and nevertheless... I couldn't contain the feeling.

Ever since I had gotten tatted, I was finding myself wearing long sleeved shirts or hoodies most of the time, though my dad knew, I wouldn't be able to risk telling my mom, not until my 18th birthday. I didn't have a plan when it came to tattoos, this was spontaneous within itself, but part of me tells me this wasn't the first and last time something like this would happen.