Love, Aristotle

chapter 9

Aristotle

(this chapter contains heavy smut. and yes, I changed the title and cover!)

We spotted his house up ahead, "How are your arms not sore?"

"Want to see how?" His lips tugged into a lopsided smirk, making me blush.

"Maybe later."

It was no secret to me that his body was devilishly defined and perfectly sculpted. A cage of butterflies opened in my stomach and chest as images of intimacy flashed in mind.

I glanced back up at him and our gazes locked. For a second, I caught a glimpse of his desires and I think he could see mine too. Passion, love burned in his eyes, mine filled equally with just as much emotions.

My pulse raced at the mere intimate thought. He was doing this to me and I was willingly letting him. "We're like a married couple." I said, smiling to myself.

"One day, it'll be us."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because it's written in the stars."

"And how can that be?"

"It just is."

Damon loved everything to do with astrology. From comets to constellations to just the simple stars. He said they each meant something.

Every star shined for a reason. They had a purpose. Even for something so insignificant like a star amongst hundreds, thousands. There was a reason.

We were going to discover them together, he had told me. So when he talked about our story written up there, within the secrets of the universe, the depths of the unknown. Amongst the stars. I couldn't help but share that same passion. Because I believed him.

A dangerous thing to do. A big risk to take. But then again, what was life without a little fun? Love was beautiful that way. It's mysterious. Love, it's two people. The world went quiet and everything else faded away. Eyes meet, souls connect. Hearts beat for one sole reason, each other. It's real, it's intimate, it's beautiful.

Although, love wasn't always a fairytale, nor was it a tragedy. It's simply a story, different for everyone. Never the same. Each story was unique, like ours. And to think the story of him and I started around this time of the year, three years ago. I almost couldn't believe how quickly the years went by.

I remembered that day like it was yesterday. And there's still more to be written. For the stars were infinite and so was our love.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked, smiling faintly as well.

I lifted my shoulder, unlocking his door. We stepped inside, "What? Can't a girl smile?"

"Can't a guy know the reason?"

I grinned, "That stays between me and myself."

Rolling his eyes, he brought the grocery bags to the kitchen. The house was quiet. We were back to our own little world, void of any cruelty and darkness. A place called home. I joined him there and helped store everything away, keeping the stuff I actually needed out on the counter.

"So, lemonade?" he started. I nodded in response, "We could've just bought you some."

"Making it from scratch is always the better choice."

"You're going to make a mess and I'm the one who has to clean it."

I offered a sheepish smile, "I promise I'll help this time."

"That's what you said last time," he muttered, with a shake of his head.

"I won't make a mess! I swear."