"Your cheeks are turning bright red, my favorite color" he says. I break eye contact immediately and stare down.
One moment he's hovering over me like a beast searching for his prey, suddenly he pins my back to the wall, grips both my elbows and ho...
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M A V I N "Those eyes add insult to injury, I think I've seen this film before, And I didn't like the ending, I'm not your problem anymore. So who am I offending now?"
We've been driving in silence for the past one hour thirty two minutes. Yes I'm fucking counting as the seconds go by. This isn't an awkward silence, it's an unspoken one. We're trying to tell each other deeper figments without actually uttering the words. If this goes on forever-
Fuck!
She sped up faster, that caused the car to jerk slightly forward and that's all my new wound needed to come back to its conscious and actually admit that this was a huge mistake. I should've moved away from the bullet. But in that moment, even if I went back to my moment, I'd still repeat my mistake. I wouldn't call it mistake, I'd call it punishment. A punishment that is purposely caused by me. As the realization hits, a numbness takes over again and my stomach meets with the familiar feeling of what I cannot describe nervousness but a mixture of disappointment too. I've indirectly harmed myself. I've broken the promise I made to my Nika. My old habits have returned, this is not what I hope for my self, not in a million years. This is why I need her. My Veronika, I need her by my side every second of the day.
"Fuck" a low whisper filled with pain and regret is released, my brows furrow and I try to move and shift my weight to other parts of the body. Veronika couldn't ignore and couldn't hold back anymore, I could sense. She made a frustrated but worried sound and the car came to a halt. The navigation doesn't seem to have stopped speaking? Wait a navigation? she has a phone, which I don't have a number to, which she uses? I turn to question but see she's got out of the car, I don't miss the bang of the car door a little louder than it was meant to be.
She opens the trunk, from where she retrieves a first aid kit. A sigh of relief passes my lips and I tip my head back and lean across the seat. She opens the door and I lift my head and open my eyes. A rare beauty is revealed to me. I missed her, more than anyone can imagine. I don't want to think about any of the incoming hazards, risks and tasks that are meant to hit us in the future because right now all I want to be occupied is with Veronika. My mind, body, soul and my bloody everything.
She removes the upper layer of my tuxedo. Jacket is what you call it? I don't give a fuck. All through the process not once has my eyes left her body, so fucking stunning in that blood red dress. I remember picking this for her, I never thought that she'd wear it in my presence one day, beside it just seemed impossible, I still chose it for her, just in case. To be honest I thought it would be for an occasion which is pleasant and this is the opposite of that I described as pleasant. It was a boring pain in the ass.
I smirk up at her. She's standing uncomfortably as she tried to get my shirt's buttons open. I make a bold move, with not a care in the world of any kind of consequences whatsoever. With my unharmed, free hand which covers her whole waist when wrapped around, reaches out and I tug and lure her into my lap, she gasps and has no choice but to straddle me, she does exactly that and from the unexpected action her cheeks gain a bright red color and is forced to fall forward, which causes her to burry her face into my neck. My heart picks up speed when I felt those same sighs of what I remember were pure fucking pleasure and now similar to the kind, but more soft in this moment and vulnerable.
