PSPA

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Everything she had to tell you, she said with her eyes, and she was really good with her eyes. - Shuttle_river

BILEL'S POV:

I feed on her lips, literally literally feeding off them, as if I need nothing else to stay alive. I anchor one hand behind her neck to prevent her from slipping away and with the other, I caress her candid cheek, warm under my touch.

I take everything, just as I dreamed of doing last night, and I let my soul merge with hers because that's what I feel... as if I've been waiting for her for so long. This is not just a kiss; it's a reunion, a transcendental experience that only angels like her can give to demons like me.

I want to devour her in one greedy bite, but I restrain myself. I am slow; I adore her taste madly and want to savor it slowly, with the right attention, in small doses because I could lose everything at once.

Suddenly a cellphone interrupts us, but I held her tighter and continued kissing her. Even though I'm out of breath, I can't tear myself away from her; she's a magnet for my lips.

But she pulls away, making me growl in disappointment, and answers the call with a "Hello?"

I don't move away from her, I breathe her breath, eagerly waiting for the call to end so we can pick up where we left off. I already miss her sweet taste, the chewy texture of her lips, spun sugar... that's what it tastes like.

"I'm coming," she says, hanging up and lowering her eyes.

I tilt my head to meet hers and lean in to steal a kiss, but she shakes her head and murmurs, "I have to go, the chemistry teacher is asking for me."

"Tell her you're with me, she won't ask anything. We can go together and I'll tell her that..."

"No, no, it's better if I go," she stops me immediately.

I look at her, terrified, and ask quietly, "Do you regret it?"

"Should I?" she asks, raising her eyes to me.

I immediately shake my head. "No, you shouldn't regret anything. It happened, and it was perfect."

She swallows and shyly smiles at me, reveals "It was my first kiss."

"What? You didn't..."

"See, I knew it."

"No, no, what did you understand? I'm happy to be the first, I'm very happy," I say, resting my forehead on hers.

"Really?" she asks, trying to read something in my eyes.

"Really," I confirm, smiling at her.

She smiles back and blushes, saying, "I really have to go now."

"When will I see you again?"

"Thursday we should have class."

"No, that's too long. I want to see you sooner, after school? You get off at 10, if I'm not mistaken, the philosophy teacher is absent."

Yes, I memorized her schedule. Why? Curiosity.

"I have to go somewhere after school, I can't," she says, shaking her head.

I sigh in frustration.

"How about tonight? I'll come pick you up," I suggest, hoping she'll say yes.

She remains silent, thoughtful about what to do, while I pull away slightly and immediately grab a pen.

"Call me, please, when you've decided. I'll be free at any time," I whisper, writing my number on the palm of her hand.

"Okay," she whispers, looking at the number hesitantly.