SILVER EYES (GXG)

Chapter 17: Beneath Galaxies and Desire

Sometimes in life, you realize that certain people, just a few, have the ability to unsettle you in the most uncontrollable way. Their presence penetrates your senses and dislocates you in ways that are hard to put into words.

Of course, you can ignore it. You can try to pit your mind against your body (good luck with that). You can come up with a thousand reasons why that person shouldn't affect you, stir up you, shake to your core. You can analyze, interpret, control, and discipline yourself.

But whatever you do, nothing will change the truth. It defies you, the other person, the universe, and any reasoning ability you think you have. It's just like that. Whether you like it or not. Just like that. And don't fool yourself into thinking you need time to process it. No. Another trap. There isn't enough time in life to bring you to a clear understanding of it. That's why the sooner you surrender, the better your chances of making sense of it all, and maybe escape or not, from that.

When I kissed Heather, in that star embrace scene that felt like it had escaped from a dream, I knew my arguments, reasoning, and racing mind were losing the battle today. The war was over. Heather had razed with everything. And the moment that certainty surfaced, a wave of relief followed.

I pulled away, breaking the kiss as if my head needed a pause to process the shift, to acknowledge the change of mindset only I was aware had happened. Heather was left mid-kiss, her eyes opening a second later than mine, her eyebrows slightly frowning.

"What are you doing?" She said.

That mix of annoyance and urgency in her tone made me throw myself at her again. She clasped her hand around my neck, ensuring I wasn't going anywhere, and her fingers slid through my hair.

She had this raw power in the way she kissed. A touch of roughness in all her movements and gestures, in her hands pressing my body, in her way of taking me whole.

We were lying on the seats, now flatly adjusted, both trying to lean into each other. It wasn't very practical, to be honest, because there was a gap between us. One of us would have to move to the other seat, sooner or later.

However, when I pushed her to move myself on top of her, she thrust me back with a swift, almost painful move that startled me. Whoa. Okay. There was no way I was going to lead the way here. Message received. She then understood what I was trying to do, and moved to my seat, letting her weight fall fully on top of me.

There she was. So close. My heart bolted. I didn't even know where to put my hands first. Somehow, they found her hips as an anchor point, steadying her while she leaned in and kissed my neck.

Goosebumps. An entire pack of them.

"I need to do this for a long time." She whispered.

I needed a moment. A breath. "I won't stop you."

My body was so reactive that a brush of shame assaulted me. But it didn't linger, because as soon as I slid my hands under Heather's turquoise blouse, the heat of her skin told me she was feeling the same. How could our bodies need so much to consume each other in that shameless, direct, and open way?

I caressed her back, her hips, her thighs, and watched excitedly how each touch made Heather flinched.

She pulled away for a moment and clenching my shirt said. "I need you to get rid of this."

"Same to you." I said with the same urgency, which made her smile.

Her turquoise blouse was left crumpled in less than a second and she paused to see my reaction. She was way beyond any idea I could have had about her body. The millions of tiny lights from the air plant danced on her skin, her breasts, her hair, and that confident smile that drove me crazy. Who could she be so confident in that moment? I loved that.