Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 2

Lisa

Jennie stirred in my arms, forcing me to loosen my hold on her waist. She nudged her head up and stared at me through sleepy eyes. My myshka gave me a smile and she stole my breath away, right from my fucking lungs.

Jennie was a soul catcher. Once she had her grip, her fingers digging into the depths of you, there was no escaping. She trapped me in a reverie, and just like that, I was drowning in her. Her smiles had a way of making my heart stop and then beat with a frantic rhythm. It’d dance the same way Jennie would, intense…free…like a poem telling the beautiful tale of a mad, delicate love.

“Hi.”

The sound of her voice was throaty, and she brought me back to the present. Her speech patterns were almost as natural as everyone else. The way Jennie spoke her words, you wouldn’t be able to tell she was deaf if one didn’t pay close attention.

But I did. I always caught the way she couldn’t tell how loud or soft she was speaking. A few times, her speech turned out a bit slurred if she spoke too fast. I also noticed that now she would always place her hand over her throat while speaking. Jennie said it helped when she vocalized. She felt the vibration through the palm of her hand, so it helped her control how loud or soft she was speaking.

“Hi,” I replied, watching her blink up at me with those hazel eyes I had learned to adore so much. They followed me even in my dreams, taunting me, holding me captive, and begging me to steal my myshka away.

“How long have you been here?” she questioned lightly.

“About an hour. You were sleeping when I came in and I didn’t have it in me to wake you up.” I brushed away the stray strands of hair from her forehead. When I tucked them behind her ears, Jennie smiled again and then snuggled closer into my arms.

“You looked so peaceful,” I whispered before kissing her forehead. My lips lingered there, and Jennie released a soft sigh.

“So, you decided to stare at me while I was sleeping? Not creepy at all,” she teased. I felt her lips on my chest through my shirt. She placed a kiss there before tucking her face into my neck once again. A soft…sweet kiss, almost like she did it unknowingly.

Jennie and I had found a comfortable pattern. We had settled with what we had now, living in the moment, stealing little pieces of happiness. It was dangerous, forbidden, but my soul craved danger. It craved the darkness that came along with it.

Jennie was part of it, the danger…she was the fucking center of it. And I kept crawling to her on my knees, like a damn sinner at church, begging for mercy. Yet I wasn’t begging for mercy. I was begging for every kind of wrong that existed in this world.

I was begging for corruption, for blood, and fucking passion.

Jennie played with the buttons of my shirt, her fingers rubbing circles over my chest. My heart thumped. When she placed another kiss against the side of my neck over my throbbing vein, I smiled. I loved the way she couldn’t stop touching me. Almost like she had to remind herself I was here, real…and hers.

My arm tightened around her waist, and she hummed in response. In my arms, she was happy. I wished I could keep it that way. Forever.

I wished I could steal her away right fucking now. Throw her over my shoulders and march out of this goddamn estate. Fuck everyone who would come into my way, I’d put a bullet into their skulls.

Jennie lifted her head up and stared into my face. Her brows were knitted together, looking thoughtful as she searched my face. “You are silent. Your face has hardened and you lost your smile. What are you thinking about?”