𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒. Michael Kaiser

20. in love

I know it sounds super cliché
But you make me feel some type of way
This is falling, falling in love.
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There are no better words to describe the feeling roaming through her body right now. Like, maybe. Lust, yes. However, every action she makes is filled purely with infatuation. No other ways does she want to put that.

Her breath dissipates as he calls her name so fondly. The kiss is breathtaking both physically and metaphorically. The kiss is a phenomenon she never expected to be able to experience.

But, never would she regret it. Their lips pulled apart as the silence elevates. "Was that... a good idea?" It didn't seem like one the more she thought about it. The truth is they can't resist each other.

They defy the laws of friction. There has never been a push or a pull; there has always just been them. It will always just have been them. His words barely reach her mind as they leave her ears.

"Probably not." She shrugs. It's like she doesn't even want to think about it. "It doesn't change the fact that we kissed, and I want to do it again." She says the words so brazenly that he's taken aback. She wants to do it again?

He hadn't even thought of the possibility that she didn't regret it let alone the idea that she wants to repeat it. To him, it was a decision he made in the spur of the moment. A decision he believed he would regret.

Not because he wouldn't have wanted to kiss her. He believed she'd regret it and hate him. After everything that happened, all he wants to do it have her by him no matter what. He wants her love, her affection, all of it. He doesn't think anybody else deserves the love she gives him.

He doesn't think he deserves it. He's sure he doesn't. He's sure every emotion he's filling right now is stimulated by his disgustingly prominent greed. A craving that can only be satiated by her.

A craving he needs her for. He can't imagine it anyway else. "Let's... talk." He mumbles out, dismissing her words reluctantly. He wants to kiss her, really, but he wants it to be something he can do all the time. Something that isn't just stemmed from heated emotions.

Something natural, something, something that's his. "Okay, let's talk. Why do you treat me like shit?" Her words catch him off-guard. He breathes out a sigh. "It's fear. I mentioned it already, really. But I guess I didn't mention how sorry I am." She shakes her head. "Well, I'm fucking sorry. I don't know how else to put it."

"I'm just sorry. Like these thoughts: I don't know. I just haven't stopped thinking of the worst, but the worst would be losing you." It's unlike him to be so vulnerable, so human. It's why he needs her. He needs her to be version of him that nobody else can see. The version of him that makes him care for himself a little more.

He's nothing and everything without her.

The thought is terrifying to think of. It's stupid, and it's pathetic to be so scared of love when the person clearly adores you more than anything. He knows that. He knows that she knows that, but he's praying to the heavens that she lets it pass.

She can't hate him. He fears he'll lose his mind like daggers carving off sections of his brain. It feels like his whole world is raining down on him. His umbrella doesn't work. So, he's asking it to work. Asking her to let it work.

Because he so desperately wants this to he something. "You know, I've always believed I was better than everyone. I still do. I think I'm better suited for you than anyone else in this universe." Her eyes widen at the bold statements he makes.

"Okay." That's the only word that comes out of her mouth, and it kills him. He can't read into it, but he can't read out of it. Okay? "Okay, I forgive you. Honestly, I don't think I was ever really angry. I think... I was scared, too." Fear is a dangerous poison that affects even those who should have nothing to be afraid of.

Everybody feels fear, though. "I was scared that the reason you were holding off on me was because you didn't want me in your life anymore." Michael's face contorts into an unreasonably gleeful smile. "You were scared I didn't like you?."

"If I have to pronounce it just for you to understand me, I will - Nikita Moriah, I am so disgustingly in love with you."

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CHAPTER END

I was gonna make this the last chap

But the next 1 is most likely gon be the last (or the one after it if I get ideas. Depends on how it goes.) Hopefully I have enough ideas for 2 more bro..

Eat well, sleep well. And hydrate I love u so much my loves