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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10 Nov
She lures me in And I don't think she knows I don't think she realizes She defies all my rules Restrictions withholding the flames of pain Scorching in my chest From burning me to ashes
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I had told myself one night. One kiss. One taste and I'm done. My curiosity will be diminished and the attraction will be burned out. Yet here I am, standing at the front door of her apartment complex because I couldn't say no.
I ring her doorbell, staring at the bouquet I got her because I could almost hear my mom's voice scolding me for not bringing a gift for the person who invited me over. It's a small bouquet of mostly sunflowers and daisies, because somehow, when my gaze fell upon it in the flower shop, it made me think of her.
"Hello?"
My head snaps up at the sound of her voice. "It's Matteo."
"Oh, hi!" Her enthusiasm travels through the intercom. "Please, come in. It's the third floor, in case you forgot."
Her words mock me because instead of forgetting, my body chose to tattoo every moment of it on my mind. An art piece of her soft whimpers and gentle touches hangs neatly in the gallery of memories. An unexpected addition, yet I can't bring myself to cast it aside.
"The door is open!" Her voice echoes through the hallway once I step inside the building. I jog up the flight of stairs, slowing down when I reach her slightly ajar front door. After I closed the door behind me, I put my motorcycle helmet and keys on the cabinet in the hallway.
"Lucie?" I call out as I shrug off my jacket and place my shoes on the shoe rack.
"I need your help." Her voice is muffled by the buzzing of the extractor hood.
"Everything okay?" I ask as I walk into the open living space and take in the situation.
She's standing on the kitchen counter, wearing lilac glitter ankle socks and a floral forest green dress that reaches mid-thigh. She's wearing her hair loose and when she puts a lock behind her ear, I catch a glimpse of her the bright red lipstick coloring her lips.
Fuck, she's stunning.
"Everything is perfect." Her gaze is fixed on the upper cabinet in front of her as one of her hands holds onto one of the lower shelves and the other weaves through everything stored away on the top shelve. "Except for the fact that I can't find the mix of Mexican spices, so can you already add some pepper and salt to the pot on the stove and stir in it so it doesn't burn?"
"Of course. It smells delicious by the way. What are you making?" I move to put my bouquet on the kitchen island but halt mid-movement when my eyes land on the mess covering it. I quickly make a detour to the living room table, which is already set for two.
