Clandestine | 18+

23~ Tease

Two Feet- Twisted
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"Lust isn't love, but if emotions take hold and not only the body, you're falling in love."
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I took the plate he offered me to eat, no point to argue over a simple thing. I could still feel his touch, the wetness between my legs, the air closing around us both.

But I needed to get close to him, enter his soul, not his cock.

He seemed to agree as he took a bite of the carbonara pasta in front of us, his sharp jaw working on chewing it.

I took a breath in and after finishing my plate as I drew my gaze up at the sky.

"It's beautiful." I muttered, my stomach full and my heart aching looking at the stars. My mama was one of them too now.

I felt his gaze on me a moment too long, lingering there.

"Yeah, it is." He drew his gaze to the sky.

The dark blue of it was rich, deep in color that it could even be called black. The stars weren't hidden under the pollution of many cars but on display for us both.

"Who is someone you love or loved?" I questioned him, my thoughts on my beautiful mother.

"My mother." He responded, not an ounce of doubt in his cold voice.

"You?" He returned the favor, drawing his gaze back at me but mine didn't move.

"Likewise."

"Looking at her?" He questioned, meaning I was finding her in the sky, some kind of closure.

"Yeah." A sad smile pulled on my lips, one that didn't reach my eyes.

Not many did.

"How did your.." I asked him, the question leaving my mouth before I thought it through.

Tension filled the room, his presence almost invisible and I was certain he wouldn't answer.

But he did.

"I don't know. I only found the body."

Fuck.
Fuck.

How could I have been so stupid? He was raised in the mafia.

"Same question."

I tensed.

"Don't know."

I felt one of his eyebrows raised, my heart fluttering at his show of emotion for once. Intrigue.

He was intrigued.

By me.

"Don't know?" He questioned me again.

I nodded.

His eyes searched my face before looking at the sky again.

"Why?" He questioned me.

"What?"

"Why is your voice sometimes different?" I didn't react.

I couldn't react or he would find something suspicious in my behavior.

"Also don't know." I told him.

He let out a scoff.

That man. Alonzo PIerce. Let. Out. A. Scoff.

"Fine. Tell me an other time."

There was a comfortable silence between us, like the world had sat us here together under the light of the moon and the shine of the stars, so we could talk.