𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀
Our kiss was gratifying; my hands were against his cheeks, feeling his stubble against my fingers. His warm lips were surprisingly soft against mine, moving in sync with me. His brawny arms pulled me closer and wrapped around my small waist pressing our bodies against each other. My heart exploded. It felt good being in his arms; I relaxed immediately.
I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, wanting to taste him more. I had to stop myself from devouring the man, I couldn't have a full make out session in front of all those people. It was delicate and perfect, I wanted - needed more of him. He smelt good too - a natural, familiar scent.
It was by far the best kiss I had ever experienced.
I ended the short but sweet kiss first. I slowly pulled away, meeting his radiant hazel eyes once more. I couldn't tell how he felt but I knew there was passion coming from him. He didn't kiss me back for nothing. He loosened his hold on me. The challenges my heart had faced that evening wore me out. I could hear the cameras flashing making me remember that it wasn't just the two of us in the room. The hushed chatters magnified and I could feel the amount of people staring at us. It was exactly what I expected.
I let my hands slip away from his face onto his broad shoulders. Leaning into his neck, I whispered faintly into his ear, "come upstairs with me."
Pulling away, I left a final kiss on his lips. He looked at me with great peculiarity as I smiled, taking out my silk, pale handkerchief and gently wiped the gloss away from his lips.
I winked flirtatiously at him before turning and leaving, once again speaking to guests as though nothing had happened.
