The Art of Redemption

07| Dallas

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DALLAS
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I could hear someone humming softly, a gentle familiar melody that wrapped around me like a soothing embrace.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Itzel, leaning over me with a bright smile on her face. Her fingers traced a delicate path along my cheek, and my lips curled into a sleepy smile.

She leaned in and pecked my cheek, her lips soft against my skin. As she made to move away, I instinctively reached out, my fingers curling around her hand.

"Leaving so soon?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep and a hint of playful protest.

She rolled her eyes with a smirk, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Dallas, it's too early for me to be in bed with you."

I couldn't help but grin, my thoughts turning a bit naughty. "Is it ever too early?"

She chuckled, playfully swatting my chest. "You're insatiable."

I motioned for her to come closer, my gaze a mix of mischief and longing. "Come here."

Itzel's expression turned more serious, but she shook her head. "I just got back sweetheart, I haven't settled in yet."

My fingers tightened around her hand, pulling her toward me effortlessly. "Just a little while longer," I whispered, my lips inches away from hers.

She hesitated for a moment before finally giving in, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. The world around us seemed to fade as we lost ourselves in that stolen moment.

"My girl," I whispered, my voice a low murmur against her lips.

"Morning breath."

As the kiss deepened, I savored the sensation of her fingers entwining in my hair, every touch igniting a fierce fire within me. The urge to pull her closer, to lose myself in her completely, was undeniable. Yet, I understood the importance of patience. Rushing things would be ungentlemanly of me, and Itzel deserved more than that.

Reluctantly, I allowed the kiss to gradually fade, releasing her lips as she sat up. Despite the physical space between us, my arms remained around her, holding her close. Our eyes met, and I could sense the same longing mirrored in her gaze.

"I wish you could stay," I confessed, my voice heavy with the weight of my emotions.

A soft smile curved her lips, an expression that held both affection and a hint of sadness. "I wish I could too. I came to check up on you."

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering against her skin. "I appreciate that. But don't worry about me, Itzel. Take your time and come back whenever you can."

Her eyes held a mixture of gratitude and something else, something that hinted at unspoken emotions. Leaning down, she pressed a soft kiss to my lips before rising to her feet.

"I will," she promised, her voice carrying a sense of certainty. "You take care, Dallas."

As much as I desired her presence, I respected her independence and her commitment to her responsibilities.

As the door closed behind her, I was left with the lingering warmth of her touch and the promise of her return.

My girl.

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