Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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9 Nov
Red-colored memories Robbing me of my concentration Touches in the dead of night Reigning over my imagination
It's a distraction I need distraction from An escape I got lost in It's a dangerous path my feet lead me to Red-colored memories are my heavenly sin
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My nanna left her purse in my car. That's why she called. She forgot her fucking purse.
My heart is beating frantically as I force the horrible scenarios in my head to fade away.
She forgot her purse.
Joder.
I wiggle my fingers before rubbing my chest, attempting to soothe the pressing feeling underneath my ribcage weighing on my lungs.
She's okay.
Breathe.
I clear my throat, erasing my spiraling thoughts. The second I step over the threshold of Lucie's apartment, I push my body to delve back into the headspace I was in 10 minutes ago when I had Lucie's hands in my hair, and her legs spread wide before me as she came undone on my fingers. The image stirs awake everything that died when I saw which name was displayed on my phone screen. The phone call was my moment of clarity in the haze of intoxication someone can have when in crisis. Because I was intoxicated. Whatever drug her touch was giving me to sedate everything I didn't want to feel was working. It was blissfully working because instead of getting lost in the memories of the past I was able to get lost in her touch.
One night. It's what I promised myself the second she told me she wasn't looking for anything serious. Her confession silenced my voice of reason. The one telling me this would be complicated and messy, that it wouldn't be a good idea to accept her invitation for a drink at her place. Then she nibbled on her lip in a nervous manner and with that tiny gesture, she pulled me back in time to the moment her lips met mine and suddenly all I could think about was wanting to kiss her again. So I promised myself one night. One night of uncomplicated sex. One night to explore the attraction I feel towards her, to satiate the longing, to kill the curiosity.
"Sorry for that. She called because-" I stop once my eyes land on Lucie. She's exactly where I left her, except for the fact she lying down on the little kitchen island in what I assume is the most uncomfortable position ever. One arm is above her head, dangling off the island, and the rest of her body is twisted sideways.
"Lucie?"
Once I step closer I notice her eyes are closed and that her breathing is deep and in a steady slow rhythm. I watch for some sign indicating she's waking up, but it's clear she's fast asleep. She looks peaceful, which is why I hesitate for a second to attempt waking her again even though a mattress would be a lot better to sleep on than the kitchen island. I gently nudge her shoulder before pushing a couple of strands away from her face, waiting for her to stir or groan but nothing happens. "Lucie?"
