ongoing / friends to lovers / to be around 50k / murder mystery, thriller romance, action-adventure
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when a curious harry styles, a small-town writer goes to a sleepy smal...
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❝pick up the pen, put it on the paper, write on my skin, bring me to life, can't start again, there ain't no eraser, all of my flaws, you got them so right❞
WC: 3275 WORDS
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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
CHAPTER NINE: ESKIMO AND MISSING PIECES
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
Harry
4/24/06
My heart ached with the brimming fuels of love that surged within me. And I was hopeless, succumbing to the sweet vindictive nature of the ripples of awe that love creates. Hopeful, prideful but scared beyond belief is what kept me moving forward. Him, the untouchable power, and grace that lay beside me. I sighed and welcomed the warm feelings of body heat and tangled covers adorned with a milky white color, slowly the gradient faded into the color of sun-kissed skin as they stopped abruptly at my delicately placed lover's adorned waist beside me.
I was left breathless at his sleeping frame, worlds shook, and skies shattered at his command. Beauty so great an entire army could be brought to their knees for the taste of a godly mortal's love. Skin that I'd kissed, tasting of sweet honey and sour grapes. His hair blown like wind cascaded throughout it in his undisturbed sleep.
A kiss was placed on his gentle skin in the place of a fuchsia-colored love bite in the core of his neck. Blood rushed and roared underneath the marked skin like racehorses at my quick touch. His heartbeat picked up slowly, but surely like the beginning of plucks of an acoustic guitar synchronizing in an everlasting symphony.
Fingers longed to trail across the already charted paths of his tattoos and intimate skin. Breaths drawled out seconds before the rush of oxytocin flooded my system. Suddenly, a hand grasped my own not long before the gracious heaven's gate of Louis' blue eyes opened and peered into mine with great curiosity. He smirked as he lifted my hand towards his mouth and kissed each one of my knuckles, down my hand and to my wrist... kissing just over the pulse as my breathing picked up its pace.
