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It's already been two fucking days. I haven't contacted her yet, but she's all I can think about. The way her lips felt on mine... it was like nothing I've ever experienced. Her taste was unique, intoxicating even. I've always tried to keep my calm, to stay in control, but when I'm with her, all of that goes out the window. She has this effect on me that no one else ever has.
I've spent years perfecting the art of staying composed, of not letting anyone get under my skin. But with her, all of that practice was in vain. She... she undoes me in ways I never thought possible. And now, after just a taste of what it's like to be close to her, I can't stop thinking about it. About her.
If you don't know who I'm talking about, it's Rhea Reid Carson, my best friend's baby sister. To be honest, she is indeed very beautiful. There's something about her that draws me in, something I can't quite put into words. She's not just beautiful in the way that turns heads—there's a softness, a depth to her that's impossible to ignore. It's like every moment I spend with her, I see something new, something more that pulls me closer.
The night in the hospital when I was sleeping on the couch beside her bed, I had a dream—one so vivid it felt almost real. She was under me, her body pressed against mine, and she was moaning my name. The intensity of it was overwhelming, and thank goodness I didn't have a nightfall right there.
But then she woke me up, and the moment my eyes met hers, I saw tears brimming in them. The sight of her tears sent a sharp pain through my heart, snapping me out of the remnants of the dream. Any lingering thoughts from that dream vanished instantly, replaced by a deep concern for her.
She took me towards the washroom of her hospitals room where we were staying the sight I saw was thrilling. There was a white dress drenched in blood and their was a note written on the mirror with fresh bloodYOU WILL PAY FOR IT, RHEA. I WILL KILL YOU. AND I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER DESIRED. YOUR FAMILY WILL BE GONE. YOU WILL BE GONE— Charlotte.
She started to sob, and all the calm I had tried to maintain vanished in an instant. Seeing her cry felt like lava being splashed all over my heart, burning and unbearable. I needed to stop her from crying, to take away her pain.
I tried to assure her that nothing like that would ever happen again, that we would figure it out together. But in that moment, words didn't feel like enough. The need to comfort her, to make her feel safe, overwhelmed me.
I leaned in, knowing I had to kiss her, not just to calm her, but to steady myself too. The kiss was urgent, desperate, like I was trying to pour all my reassurance into that one moment. My hands found their way to her waist, holding her tightly, as if letting go would mean losing her. Her curves fit perfectly in my hands, like they were meant to be there. She felt like a priceless piece of art in my arms, something worth more than anything in this world.
When we finally pulled apart, both breathless and dazzled, I rested my forehead against hers. She was so short, it made the gesture feel even more intimate. "We'll get through this together, Cherry," I whispered, the nickname slipping out naturally. It suited her perfectly. I repeated, "Together," and she simply nodded, her eyes still wide and vulnerable.
