The Mystery of a traveller.

Chapter 7

Joshua's POV:-
I remember the other night when Steph and I were having candlelight dinner in our bedroom, and we were sharing our horrendous childhood stories and cursing at our destiny, that it was the total opposite of the atmosphere around us. I don't remember our conversation, but what I remember is that night was the first time I saw cherry cry, the first time I saw pain and vulnerability in her eyes, with a trace of guilt. The same eyes that possessed a dangerous and powerful aura were glistening in the candlelight.

~Flashback~ (Joshua's POV)

I rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb and wiped her warm tears flowing uncontrollably with the back of my hand. "You must be thinking how weak I'm to grieve over my past, right!!?" She croaked with a sad smile.

"Never Cherry. Its perfectly fine to cry since it allows you to release all of your terrible feelings. Crying does not make you a weak person. It is not an indication of weakness. It demonstrates your strength. A readiness to let go and let it all out. When you weep, you are releasing feelings that have been building up inside you for so long and that they need to be released. It's okay to cry once in a while, I'm here. I've got you. Hmm." I said taking her in my embrace and assuring her that she can always cry and open up in front of me. Whatever the case may be.

She sobbed quietly for a few minutes, and I rubbed her back whispering comforting words to her. After some time she drew herself out of the hug "Thank you, Josh" she said smiling softly. I kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks "Anytime Cherry, you can share whatever you want with me. I'm all ears. I wont pass judgment on you. Maybe we can also find a way to resolve it." I said locking my eyes with her.

She brushed her thumb across my lower lip for a moment before pressing her lips against mine. "Anything?" she asked, breaking the kiss. "Yes, anything, Cherry" I responded, pressing my lips on her and tasting the alcohol mixed with her sweet caramel flavoured lip gloss. As I sucked and licked her lower lip, she swirled her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, and I somehow let her win. She pulled the back of my neck to make the kiss deeper. After a long passionate kiss, we pulled out to catch our breaths.

"Then would you mind if we sleep together?" She asked, pressing her lips together in a thin line. "But we sleep together every day, cherry," I stated, giving a smug smile. "Stop acting, you very well know what I am talking about", she said miffed, her hands traveling across my torso. "No, I dont have a clue. Tell me cherry, what exactly do you want." I spoke close to her ear, my fingers clutching her copper curls.

"I want you, and I need you to have all of me. I want you to claim me yours." She said, her face flushed. "I wont mind worshipping you, my queen." My hands traveled on her perfect curves while I kissed her neck and jaw, gaining a small moan from her.

I discarded her clothes swiftly as well as mine. I paused to admire the naked beauty underneath me, her body has soo many scares and bruises but that doesnt make her any less beautiful. "Cherry, who did this to you?" I said pointing at the scars that were beneath her chest, because it breaks my heart to believe that these cuts were made by her. "I did. Do they upset you?" she inquired. "But why did you harm yourself like that?" I questioned with concern.

"Every time the knife peirce through my skin, it takes away the pain, every cut is resilience for my guilt. It represents how every time I am weak or isn't making any improvements and whenever my father scold me, telling me how much if disappointment I am to him. These cuts are my punishments. That's why I have soo many, one for every mistake." She replied with a weak smile.

"You don't like me now that
you've seen my real body" She said, looking at me with pouty lips. "Off course not, dummy. My cherry is perfectly gorgeous." I chuckled.

Stephanie's POV:-

Joshua kissed the scar on my right shoulder, my chest, beneath my chest, my thighs. He kissed each and every scar on my body that was visible, making me feel loved the way I always desired.

The way Josh was loving all my flaws, it made me question that what did I do to deserve Joshua. I just feel at ease by being in denial that I don't feel anything for him but my heart knows how smitten it is for him. But the demon in me urges to ruin him. That night we just didn't had sex but made love....maybe or could it be the alcohol that made me lose my mind.

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