•MAROON• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Eleven|

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
'Cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend

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I watched her head tilted up feeling the rain fall onto her skin. I found myself somewhat jealous of the fact that the rain got to touch her.

Her eyes lit up, watching the lightning flash across the night sky.

She was mesmerizing. Consumed my every thought. She was making it difficult for me, to hold my exterior cold boundaries. She managed to break through in her blithesome way.

She was breaking my every wall, I built. But the thing made me angrier was I was letting her to.

She was playing with my heart in every least way possible. I wanted her all to myself. This urge of not having her to me drives me insane.

To the limit, where I can't wait. I. Want. Her.

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He pushed me against the big brown doors, pressing his lips on mine. His hands on my waist, pulling me close enough to him.

He exhaled between the kisses, while his hands trailed inside my shirt, gripping hard, forcing me to kiss him back. My eyes squinted trying to push him away.

My hands over his chest, legs kicking the air, trying to stay on the ground. My head spinning, my heart rate is pacing faster. My breathing is so unnaturally heavy.

"Kiss me properly, doll." He gushed biting my lower lip. I flinched, breathing in his mouth. His hands around my waist, fingertips in my skin. Trying so desperately and deeply to get the control of me.

His chest heaving, with his heavy breathing. His mouth on mine, swirling his tongue on my corners wanting to get in my cavern. I am trying so hard not to give in. Because all I feel my body temperature rising.

His kisses are always taking away my sanity. My mind wanting to stop him, but my body...

Fuck! I hate myself for the dilemmas, I live in.

"Ahhh! Rin! Please, stop!" I mustered lowly, gripping on his shoulders. His lips pressed on my jaw, gently kissing down my neck. My toes curled up, rubbing my thighs together.

He kisses down my throat, while his hand, unclasped the bra. I gasped so loud and clear that he stopped kissing me. His head lifted, staring at me, with his blue chromes drilling holes at me.

The way my body's shuddering, I can already feel myself converting into puddle of embarrassment.

He leans in putting his head on my shoulder. A low chuckle escaped his lips. "You're so obvious, doll." His voice was so deep. He gives me hard time in breathing. He hoisted me up, from the ground, holding my waist, putting me to his study table.

"Say you want me, sweetheart." He kisses me on my shoulder, unbuttoning the shirt. I bit my lips, holding my breath. How can I say it, when he's bribing me with his heating kisses.

Every time. Every fucking time. He exactly knows how to make me feel weak. How to make me feel feeble. How to make me crave for him. His hands, parting my thighs, standing between my legs. My legs around his hips.

I gasped for air. "I—" the loud sigh, I exhaled....

"I don't want you. I hate you. My every inch hates you." My words are so blind to react with my emotions. I want to scream at him, wanting him to keep them in his mind. But the way my body reacts, totally opposite to my sentiments.