Yara |18+|

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VICO

"Me too," she said, her eyes locked on my own. Two words managed to evoke an emotion in me I couldn't fathom.

All I knew was that I couldn't fucking wait. It'd been too long. It'd been too unnecessary. I followed her, ignoring the relentless craving to take the lead. She wanted to be in charge and I wanted it too. Probably more than her.

At the same time, my patience had been wearing off since yesterday. She led us to the room and my eyes were fixated on her ass. Oh, how I missed this woman. Was it possible to miss someone you lived with?

Of course it was.

We barely spoke. We barely kissed. We barely laughed and truthfully, it was one of the things I missed the most.

Her pretty little laugh. Her witty jokes and quick tongue.

I missed us being ourselves and in that moment, I cherished the way she held my hand. The past week had been proven to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated. The lack of everything took a toll on me. I yearned to have her skin on mine. A hand—her lips—her hair tickling my skin. How could I have been that wrong?

I was convinced I was in the process of suffocating Yara.

And her desire to be with me diminished every second.

But she told me she loved me.

So there she was, showing me that thoughts were nothing but thoughts.

I eyed her, watching as she stopped the both of us by the foot of our bed. While I soaked in how stunning she was from behind, my chest warmed up as I replayed her words. I love you, Vico.

She loved me. How fucked up was that? How incredible was that?

Honestly, I loved her more than words could articulate. I love you didn't seem like enough. It didn't scratch the surface of how I felt. I love you was the tip of the iceberg.

My feelings for her were bigger than the universe—a profound cross to bear that I had no problem with.

It had the power to cause problems. It was capable of fucking things up and I didn't care. My heart was hers and in a way that couldn't be explained, I loved that I loved her.

Yara turned around, and my hand reached for her cheek. I touched her softly, silently admiring her until I felt my face soften completely.

She was unbelievably beautiful. A walking wonder of the world. Please stick to your promise, I said to myself—incapable of saying out loud.

I needed to be with her, and I needed to be the one she ran to when she needed someone, anyone.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, my home language escaping on its own accord. It just felt appropriate.

"You're beautiful too but Vico, please lie down on the bed."

Oh?

I stopped and stared at her for a second, finding her face serious and unwavering. Immediately, I did as I was told with no questions. I'd to anything to make and keep her happy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I let my back fall until I met the mattress.

She was on top of me in an instance, straddling my waist and I sucked a sharp breath in. Yara had gotten rid of her pants. Dressed in an oversized long-sleeve and nothing else, I was already about to start losing my mind.

"Yara," I breathed out, frowning at her pretty face. Was she aware of how utterly starved I was?

"Ssh," she whispered, her hands on my chest when she leaned down. I swallowed, not saying a word. I was...obedient.