Tainted Desires | 18+

28 - My View

Terrence Toussaint

I slowly opened my eyes, the remnants of sleep clinging to my consciousness. The room bathed in soft morning light, casting a warm glow on the walls. As my senses gradually came to life, I became aware of a faint buzzing sound reverberating through my head. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that had held me captive moments ago.

I turned my gaze towards the source of the noise, and there it was-my phone. As it continued to ring, its persistent melody cut through the peaceful ambience of the room. Reluctantly, I glanced at the screen to see my father's name flashing brightly. When the ringing persisted, I silenced my phone, seeking solace in the serenity of the room.

Mirabelle stirred beside me, her delicate features softened by sleep. Her tousled hair cascades over the pillow, framing her face like a halo. The morning light accentuated her beauty, casting a soft glow on her serene face.

Mesmerized by the tranquil rhythm of her breath, I gently traced the contours of her face with my fingertips, savouring the delicate details that made her uniquely beautiful. My fingers glided along the curve of her lips, the graceful arch of her eyebrows, and the playful freckles that adorned her nose.

In that quiet moment, I found myself captivated by the intricacies of her features, as if every line and freckle held a story of its own. Each touch was a gentle exploration, a celebration of her individuality. It was in those delicate strokes that I found solace, a sanctuary where time seemed to slow down, and the world faded away, leaving only the two of us in a moment suspended in time.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight. I gently reached tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, whispering her name in a soft voice. "Mirabelle," I murmured, hoping to rouse her from her slumber.

She stirred again, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. A contented smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she becomes aware of my presence.

I lean closer, my voice barely above a whisper. "Good morning, beautiful."

Her eyes fluttered open completely, revealing the deep brown eyes that always seemed to captivate me. "Il est trop tôt pour être réveillé, Terrence." She stretched her limbs, her body arching gracefully like a cat awakening from a long nap. It's too early to be awake, Terrence.

Surprised by her response in French, a wide smile spread across my face. "Excuse me?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued.

With a drowsy smile, she gazed up at me, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "I thought I would surprise you with a little French this morning."

Chuckling softly, I leaned in closer, captivated by her charm and the effortless way she embraced new experiences. "Well, consider me pleasantly surprised. When did you learn it?" I inquire, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Her smile faded slightly as a hint of nostalgia flickered in her eyes. "I actually learned it when I moved," she said softly, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness. "To Canada."

The mention of her time away made me jerk back a little, memories began flooding my mind, and I couldn't help the mix of emotions that swirled within me. It's been nine long years since we had that fallout, and the wounds still linger in the recesses of my heart. Thinking about it again, I realized we never truly resolved what happened between us, but seeing her now, with the chemistry still present, I couldn't deny the lingering feelings that stirred within me.

As I gazed into her deep brown eyes, the weight of my obligations weighed heavily on me. The engagement to Eloise, a woman I had no genuine feelings for, was merely a charade orchestrated by our families, particularly my father. The purpose behind our union was to build connections and further their ambitions, but it came at the cost of my happiness.