"Whispers of Affection: Forbidden Love in Familiar Arms"

Chapter 6

denial
(noun) an unwillingness to accept that something unpleasant is true

Perplexed I shook my head, questioning my own sanity.
My eyes followed Fermín as he crouched down in front of me, a crooked smile was plastered on his lips, to which my gaze flickered unintentionally.
"Valentina. What would your brother say if he would know, that you dream about you and me in your bed?"
"You-we."
My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
Embarrassed, I tried to hide it by letting my brown locks fall over my face, cursing myself for really thinking that Fermíns would spend the night with me, holding and comforting me.
"I was joking, hermosa."
I still couldn't talk, but at least I could finally look at him again.
He kneeled before me, his hands rested on my naked knees.
I shivered beneath him, but Fermín didn't move.
Not even a bit.

"I was with you. The whole night."
I knew it.
Seemed like I wasn't actually too drunk.
"I disappeared."
"Were you ashamed?"
"No."
Our eyes met, but he looked serious.
"When I woke up, it was around eight o'clock and you were in such a deep slumber that I didn't dare to wake you up. You would have killed me."
He got a point though.
Still no reason to just leave and making me believe I imagined everything.
Fermín seemed like he was waiting for a response but I stayed silent, trying to distance myself from him, emotionally and physically, as I tried to slip away.
As soon as he recognized my movements, he grabbed my thighs, pulling me right back to him.

"I went to see Berta."
I felt sick. Of course he did.
My hands reached for his, desperate trying to push him away from me.
I don't know if it's because of the fact that he went straight back to Berta or that his touch had such an intoxicating effect on me.
But Fermín's fingers went further, the tips tracing along my inner thighs.
"I ended things."
I felt my heart skip a beat, while I clutched his hands in surprise.
There's was no way that I wanted to feel all of this , but the relief which washed over me combined with my beating heart and his fingertips on my burning skin, made me feel like an hurricane was raging inside of me.
"Are you serious?"
"Sì."
„How are you feeling?"
His eyes dropped to where his fingers had intertwined with mine, his gorgeous smile returned, revealing the slight dimples on his cheeks.

While waiting patiently for an answer, I couldn't resist to touch his face.
The defined, dark eyebrows combined with his incredible face shape, which was strongly defined by his sharp jawline, created the appearance of a certain severity and seriousness.
But when he looked at me, like right now, as he raised his head to meet my soft touch, with those sparkling, mischievous puppy eyes and this little smile on the heart-shaped lips, he looked like the kind, young man he was.
"I'm going to be alright. I have the feeling that this is going to be my year, Hermosa."
The tension was palpable between us.
„Your year."
I repeated, while slowly removing my hands from his cheek, suddenly feeling guilty for how close we were getting once again and what kind of feelings I felt at the slightest skin contact.
His smile slowly faded as I stopped the intimacy between us, but before I could stand up he managed to grab my face and pressed a kiss on my forehead.
It was so soft, so light but it erupted a whole burning fire in me which still prickled when he was long gone.