𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.Cato Hadley

18.

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
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As soon as our lips meet, a wave of tenderness and warmth floods my body, filling me with a sense of comfort and intimacy. Our lips move together in an effortless dance, their synchronized rhythm echoing the beating of our hearts. Every touch of Cato's lips against mine sends shivers down my body and I realize that it'll be impossible to tear myself away from them.

This time the kiss is different from the first one. Now I can feel the closeness of Cato's body next to mine and understand everything he cannot say in words. That he loves me and that he's been fighting for this moment all this time.

We catch our breath for a second, and during that time I'm savoring the lingering taste of the kiss. It makes me want more, so it's not long before I have my lips on his again. This time our tongues are also involved, creating a playful sense of dance. I haven't felt this feeling in so long that I even feel like I'm experiencing it for the first time.

Everything inside me is on fire, my body is starting to tell me that just a kiss might not be enough for me. But despite my strong desire for more, the little remaining part of my brain advise me to stop. That's why I somehow find the strength to break away from the kiss, which allows me to look Cato in the eyes.

When I do it, I let out a soft giggle that brings an easy smile to Cato's face. As he always likes to do after such a heated kiss, he rubs his nose against mine. His touch is gentle but firm, and it triggers another kiss from me, this one more casual and playful. Then I pull away from his lips and purposely stand at a distance so as not to provoke me to do more.

"I love it when you react like you're experiencing these things for the first time," Cato tells me, making me laugh. "You see? I would watch you all day making that childish and innocent face."

"I think we both know my innocence is long gone," I say and now it's his turn to laugh.

"For me, you will always remain the girl I met on the rooftop. You remember how I kept telling you to quit playing the role of the innocent girl, right?" That memory now that I look back on it is more amusing than scary as I felt then. I remember how afraid I was of Cato, mostly because I thought he was going to kill me in the elevator.

"You were scaring the shit out of me then," I say jokingly. "You were quite intimidating."

"Well, that was the point," He replies and I make an angry face on purpose, which makes him laugh. "Look, at least no one is afraid of me now. I'm the one who's afraid of everyone."

These words upset me, and after a few seconds, I can see that Cato is also getting sad. I don't want him to feel that way. I want him to know that he is safe and that no one will ever hurt him again. I can't believe Cato is like this now. Before, he was not afraid of anything or anyone, and now he is not even ashamed to admit it.