𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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That night, the two decided on watching a movie with the projector in the attic, ditching the mini cinema the villa had.
Maria had chosen to take a shower in hope that it would reduce the heat her body had been battling with the whole day. The moment she came upstairs, Leonardo could smell her strong, fragrant vanilla scent from her. Her feminine presence in itself made his eyes lift from the non-fiction book he was reading and were drawn to Maria.
Her short lace, black night dress was accompanied with a thin blanket that she pulled off her shoulders, already complaining about the heat as she captivated Leonardo's attention simply by walking. The dress showed off her figure. It wasn't the first time Maria had won a dress. Leonardo wasn't sure as to why his eyes were noticing things about her, he hadn't paid much attention to before. He had never been attracted to woman or even interested in a woman's body; Maria had somehow changed all of that.
He shifted his eyes back down at his book and slowly exhaled, feeling the heat rise in him, to calm his racing heart; he knew that he needed to remain level-headed before something unexpected happened like a few nights before. The words began to swirl across the page as he blinked multiple times, trying to remove the image of her in his head. He hated the fact that he was thinking of her in such a way.
Maria took in the vastness of the attic in awe, her eyes admired the grand, modern attic before her. She had never seen one like it; the mattress Leonardo was relaxed on, was sunk into the ground in the middle. There were beanbags, bookshelves, warm lamps and a large projector playing an old film on the wall before them. It was cozy, and she liked it.
She carefully made her way to the balcony, purposefully avoiding paying too much attention to it before the high at which they were both at would frighten her; she didn't want to think about her mother. The warm air entering the window gently below the curtains underneath, but it was useless. No cool air was circulating inwards from outside. It was too humid.
Maria closed the curtains, making only the low lights illuminate the room. She fanned with her hands her face, glancing at the electric fan and hoped it would cool the hot room better, angling it towards the mattress.
When she sat beside him with a sweet smile on her face saying, "this place is so nice. I've never seen an attic like this before," Leonardo took in the beauty of the woman. Her head turned to gaze at him, her deep eyes softly gazed at him, studying his face. They were full of life and bliss; they matched the warm smile she had on her appealing lips, coated with some kind of gloss. Her silky hair was long and hung over her bare shoulders. The heat had made her cheeks so rosy, she looked gorgeous. His lips parted as he gazed back at her, the grip her had on his book increasingly loosening as he found himself lost into her loveliness.
