Morana knows she's different from other people in more ways than one. Firstly, she's sixty-seven years old but stopped ageing in her twenties. Weird things have also happened around her right after she's wished for it. But most importantly, no matte...
I couldn't fall asleep. I had been in bed trying to for at least an hour. Most likely more. But I kept tossing and turning. And thinking about how I had been so sure Alejo would lean in and kiss me. Hell, I had been on my way to kiss him.
Why had he so abruptly said it was time for bed?
Okay, I got it somewhat, I guessed. It would be very stupid really if we got involved with one another in case it ended badly. I would have to move and I would lose him. That had been my arguments for not acting on what I really felt for him. But now, in that moment, he hadn't looked at me like a friend and he had definitely been thinking of kissing me. His eyes had even been on my lips.
So what had stopped him? Did he think I didn't want to? But he had to know I had wanted him to kiss me. He must have heard how my heart beat like a deer running from fire.
Maybe he was worried it would end badly, and that was why he didn't want to risk it.
But it also maybe wouldn't end badly. We maybe would get married and stuff.
I stopped those thoughts pretty quickly. It was all insane and definitely not how anything in my life went. Heartbreak and disappointment and sadness and loneliness. That was my life, not some sort of fairytale dream.
No, it was probably for the best we hadn't kissed. Better to not risk anything.
After I had tried to sleep for what felt like ages, I went out of bed to go to the bathroom. As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I caught sight of Alejo. He had just exited his room and faced in my direction.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I blurted out before my mind had time to think.
"Kitchen," he replied.
I nodded, and we both walked towards our respective goals, towards each other. And as we were supposed to pass one another, we stopped.
He only wore a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants, showing off his chest. His gorgeous chest that I wanted to run my hands all over and feel every part of. Wanted to trace my fingers over his hair there and follow it down. I couldn't think of anyone who I had ever wanted to press myself against as much as I wanted to press myself against him in that moment. I wanted to be enveloped by him. Consumed by him.
I wanted to feel all of him and for him to feel all of me.
My eyes had wandered down his chest, and as I snapped them back up to his eyes, I saw his do the same. They looked darker than usual and penetrated me with a depth that made my stomach clench in anticipation.
"Fuck it," he mumbled and in the next second, I had my back against the wall. One of his hands had grabbed hold of my hair while the other sneaked its way under my t-shirt, around my waist. My arms instinctively landed around his neck and I pulled him towards me.
Our lips crashed together.
All sensible thoughts were lost for me. Closer was all I could think as our tongues played with one another. I felt a slight pain from his grip on my hair that only made me want to melt into him even more. That made me press myself even more towards him.
My tongue was filled with the taste of strawberry while my nose breathed in wave after wave of tobacco.
There was nothing sweet and tender about the way we kissed. It felt rather like a desperate release of tension.
I bit down on his lip and heard a moan vibrate against me. He pulled on my hair to tilt my head, and I gasped as he started to nibble and suck on my neck. His whole body was also pressed against me so I could feel every part of it and specifically feel how hard he was.
My body felt like it was on fire, the good type of fire.
His lips moved over my shoulder, neck, up to my ear. It felt more like he wanted to devour me and I was more than willing to let him. My body burned and ached and I moved around against his body until I found a perfect position, which alleviated some of the ache.
As one, he took a firmer hold on me, lifted me while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pressed himself against me. I felt his bulge that rubbed right against my core. He moved his hips and my hips followed along in his movements, helped create a friction that was far from enough to satiate my fire. If anything, it only teased. Only made me desperate for more.
"Fuck me, Alejo," I managed to get out. My voice both breathless and shaky. "Please. I need you."
My words had the complete opposite effect compared to what I wanted.
He grew still and stiff before slowly moving away. He pried my legs off him and then my arms before taking a full step completely away. Without the heat of his body against mine, I felt nothing but coldness while something broke inside of me.
I was about to ask him what he was doing when I caught the look in his eyes and my words of protest got lost. He looked like he was in an unimaginable pain. His brows furrowed, eyes almost overflowing with sadness, his lips shook and so did his head ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have... I can't do this to you."
He turned and disappeared into his bedroom. The door fell shut behind him. He left me completely and utterly confused and empty. And cold. So cold that I shivered.
I went back to my room and laid down in bed. All thoughts of going to the bathroom gone.
I pulled the blanket tight around me. Tried to block the coldness out.
It didn't help.
I didn't notice when I started to cry. But at some point I did.
Sleep was impossible. Or so I thought until a low hissing noise started. It made me feel less sad, less broken, less alone. And to its lullaby, I finally managed to fall asleep.
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