"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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GLIMPS~
It has been over a week since I returned home. Avoiding her hurts me more than it hurts her. I feel like I'm dying inside. But I must persist, for you, Ma moitié. As I gazed at the sky one last time, I noticed the impending rain. With a heavy sigh, I turned away and retreated to my bedroom. Yet, just as I shifted, a sudden chill swept over me, causing my breath to catch. Cold winds lingered my skin and send shiver down my spine. A breeze teased my sanity. A gale occasioned a little tornado on my head.
It's her
His voice, a deep and husky timbre, carried a curse"Fuck"—one meant for his ears alone. Fists clenched, knuckles whitening, he felt the surge of blood through his veins. The turmoil within him was palpable.
"What are you doing to me, Bella?" he whispered, torn between emotions. The words echoed in his mind, a desperate plea to the universe. His mind raced, grappling with words, actions, and behavior. She stood before him, an ethereal vision in a white tank top and palazzo trousers that grazed her belly button. Her unbound hair danced in the wind, swirling and twirling like a playful spirit. Each strand caught the breeze, weaving a delicate ballet around her face. She was looking like a Shining star even in this cloudy weather.
The battle within me raged like a tempest, desire and restraint locked in a fierce struggle. The urge to kiss her breathlessly, to taste the sweetness of her lips until the world ceased to exist. to unravel her piece by piece, to tear away every layer of fabric , threatened to consume me. I shook my head internally, desperate to regain control. Stop it! I silently commanded myself. But resisting her was akin to defying gravity itself.
She moved closer, defying the arbitrary distance that separated us. Her eyes held a storm—uncertainty, longing, vulnerability—all mirrored in my own soul. I'd always been unyielding, a man of strength. Yet here I was, knees threatening to buckle. She was my North Star, guiding me through chaos, pulling me inexorably down. And so, I remained on my knees, undone by her gravity, a willing captive to the woman who held my heart in her delicate hands. I swear to God ' I'll always be on knees just for her. No matter the tempests that rage around me, her gravity pulls me to my knees, not in surrender, but in reverence.'
The proximity between us threatens to shatter my fragile restraint. Yet, it's her eyes that ache my heart. It's faint red... cause of sadness? Her eyes, once luminous and bright, now carry the weight of unspoken sorrows. The crimson hue that rims them tells a tale of heartache and longing and I am the author of her sadness. I just can't hold now...I can't see her saddened eyes, her pains.
As he walked past her, she reached out and clasped his hand. Her voice, a fragile thread of emotion, followed him over her shoulder. "Are you still not done avoiding me?" Her question hung in the air, heavy with longing and unspoken pain. It's as if someone has stripped my skin, leaving behind raw vulnerability. The heaviness in her voice seeps into my bones, and suddenly, I ache to undo the hurt I've caused my moitié.
