Beautiful Sin [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 32.

"Teresa," I never thought I'd be able to say her name at all after our sour encounter the last time we were basking in each other's company. The name sounded akin ,its unfamiliarity bringing a wave of nostalgia shooting down my neurons accompanied by an electric buzz down my spine.

My eyes widened as I carefully assessed her , addressing her frame with my bewildered eyes almost as if I was recovering a lost memory from my amnesiac journey of our abrupt separation. That memory struck something inside me that left me feeling vulnerable and strong all at the same time, courageous and afraid all at the same time.

My highly esteemed friend in the form of her was actually standing in my presence, those dazzling eyes piercing mine like cupid's arrow through my chest, a victim of her seductress.

I missed that long dress of hers and the veil that hugged her untamed mane. I missed the strings of beads that dangled between bosomed chest as they gleamed under the fiery sunset. And most importantly, I missed her.

The distance between our bodies was too much, I needed her close to my body but shyed away from taking a step toward her. My nose sniffed silently hoping to pick up fragments of her vanilla scent desiring to remind myself of the delicious allure of her signature smell. I wanted to bathe my sinuses with her forbidden aroma of vanilla.

I missed vanilla.

I craved for vanilla.

I desperately needed vanilla!

My senses remained heightened but my flesh was paralyzed by the presence of the beauty that stood in front of me .

"That was impressive," she repeated, only this time, her back pushed away from the wall she had been leaning against and made a cautious step toward me. Holding my breath, I anticipated to feel the warmth of her body at a closer proximity than the one we had created between us. I wanted to hug her.

She stops a few feet away from me, still wearing my favorite smile on those tempting lips and my eyes zeroed in on the glistening sheek over their plumpness. Lip gloss. I hoped it was strawberry. Unfortunately,there was no way of me testing the theory.

If only I could lock lips with her just one time, give or take,one second....

" Your answer in class... that was amazing," her voice seemed to enrich me with happiness and energy, I didn't even feel like drinking coffee. She awoke me from my tired mood. Shook me awake with her existence.

" Thanks," I didn't even think I could utter any intelligent word with her unexpected appearance but managed to, my voice a raspy tune.

" Everything that came out of your mouth sounded like a book report," that was punctuated with a laugh from her side, that mellifluous voice vibrating into a joyous ring of laughter.

I tried to laugh. My happiness only centered on her presence. I thought I'd be a little less thrilled once I saw her again but those thoughts were discarded the moment my heart thumped against my chest at her presence. I wasn't immune to her beauty. She's here and I feel extremely happy.

" Aren't you gonna say anything?" Those soft blue eyes sought mine.

Blinking in wonderment, I breathed a sigh ," I'm just so happy to see you again."

Those lips graduated from a smile to a toothy grin, a light shade of pink flashing across her dazzling skin in the cutest blush known to mankind.

" I am happy to see you too, Levi," she confessed and that's when my rational thinking flew out the window, dropped my bag on the ground in a thud as I charged towards her before wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug. Whatever awkwardness that would ensue afterwards was ignored as I squeezed her against my body, it offering me a temporary sedative to my yearning mind. I felt as if I couldn't hug her any tighter, wanting to fuse my body with hers even conjoined twins would be envious of our everlasting body contact in the name of hugging.