Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"She was like the air I breathed. Without her, I knew I would perish."
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- H A R L A N - E M E R I C - M A R C H E T T I -
I haven't slept for more than an hour in the last twenty years. But for some strange reason, ever since my little butterfly has come into my life, I fall asleep for longer than I've slept in two weeks combined.
Every time she's next to me, my mind shuts down and all I can see, all I can feel and all I can think of is her, and she doesn't even know it. How charming.
I know exactly how she likes to sleep, how she she scrunches up her nose adorably when she feels irritated, how her brows furrow when she dreams and how she mumbles incoherently whenever she turns or moves.
I know she likes to hold something when she sleeps, because she's held onto me the same way every single time we've slept together, which is more than once or twice. And she's holding on to me like her life depends on it right now.
Call me a creep, but I've slept next to her more times than I can count, from her apartment in London to her hotel room here, I've always been nearby.
The two weeks my mother forbid me from coming into the room at night when she's asleep, I had watched her instead while she clutched onto my arm or my hand while sleeping soundly, without a care in the world.
I also know how the world could end and she wouldn't even know it, which helped me greatly to sneak in next to her at night before.
"Butterfly." I push the light brown strands of hair away from her face, running my thumb across her soft cheek and then her plump and rosy lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss her senseless.
I pull my hand away reluctantly when she stirs and opens up her beautiful eyes, revealing those amethyst orbs I adore so much, eyes that I could spot in a crowd of millions and eyes that had fucked me over completely.
Eyes that could kill.
"What?" She mumbled sleepily in confusion, her eyelashes fluttering as she gazed at me as if she was hypnotised the same way she captured me before shaking her head and looking down where she clung to my naked torso like a koala, her leg swung over mine and her knee resting right on top of my crotch.
Her eyes widened in realisation while I watched in pure amusement as she pulled away from me as if I had burnt her only for me to pull her right back and bury my face into her neck to take a long and deep breath, inhaling her flowery scent.
"Get off me, you fat hippo." She grunts and tries to push me away when I narrow my eyes at what she just called me.
"Manners, Ms. Larau." I tut and she narrows her eyes at me, her lips forming an angry pout.
