Just Him&I: In a Universe of Cruelty

Part 25

From James's perspective.

Loneliness, like a sticky swamp, pulls the body down several feet to the darkest and most unfathomable bottom. The paths of seaweed will suffocate and break the bones with a desired crack. With the taste of blood and, in the end, with victory, you will no longer be able to meet people, see their faces. You will avoid any contact, locking yourself further in this dark closet. Finally understanding that people are unnecessary to you. They are nobody in this world, and nature would benefit from their disappearance.

The snow, which she loves so much, was falling directly on my jacket. I could no longer see the road, my motorcycle was completely covered in snow. The snow crunched pleasantly and melted on the warm skin of my body. The city of Von seemed increasingly mysterious with the rising wind, the street lamps, and garlands.

I had never found it so difficult after the mission. Ramlow turned out to be too strong and well-prepared. But his abilities were nothing compared to mine.

"—Your little bitch is probably waiting for you in the hotel," he showed a row of sharp teeth, and his face became even more terrifying due to the burns and scars. Almost nothing was left of the former Brock. I pulled harder on the arm, and with an unpleasant crack, it twisted in the other direction.

I knew what I was doing, I broke his arm. If it weren't for one of the local cops stopping me just in time. Who thanked me for the delay, as he put it, "—a dangerous criminal..." in whose face I saw the devil himself. I would have shot him. Eviscerated all the organs and hung him by his leg somewhere in the city so everyone could see who he was and what he had done. Who he worked for, and what fate he chose.

I only heard the wail of police sirens as my own sweat slowly trickled down my face. How all my muscles tensed at the mention of Mia. A painful spasm tugged in my stomach, the one he had hit right on target during our fight.

Was it hard to track him down? I had been doing this for more than a day, searching for any clues. I watched every move, every step, every breath, and every glance.

Now one of the brothers would be imprisoned forever on a deserted island. Another would get about four years of corrective work.

There was almost no beer left in the bottle. I felt the bitter taste of beer on my lips and the taste of her lips, which I would never forget.

It seems I haven't finished one more task. Throwing the bottle into the nearest trash can. The motorcycle was ready to pick up speed.

Why is it so hard for people to sort out their own feelings sometimes? Maybe it's due to distrust or the fear of stepping on the same rake.

"Feel with your heart — think with your mind." My late mother once told me, a few years before the war. And I will never forget either her words or her. There will be an opportunity to visit her at the cemetery.

But I had already decided everything long ago. But whether she decided becomes the question.

The girl who stood at the reception came to life upon seeing my silhouette behind the glass doors.

She quickly rose, tearing herself away from reading some sappy novel.

—Good evening! — she shouted and followed me with her gaze. I frowned and nodded. Not paying any more attention to anything on my way. She didn't interest me at all, neither as a girl nor as a person. There was only one girl, the only one in my world.

The elevator reached the required floor. I didn't dare open the door with my card.

Knocking on the door was the most optimal option. Three distinct long knocks on the wooden door. And I heard rustling behind them.

A few seconds later, a figure appeared before me. A miniature, skinny girl. With prominent cheekbones, lips red as raspberries. Dark, almost black, damp hair. She was carefully wiping it with a snow-white towel. Her emerald eyes sparkled from the artificial hotel lamps. A white towel covered her legs to the knees. She froze like a statue and couldn't even say a word.

Here is the translation of the revised text into English:

I gently took her by the jaw, my fingers caressing her skin, and, leaning in slightly, I touched her with my lips. One hand supported her chin, while the other rested on her waist, pulling her closer. Her fragile, delicate body, so vulnerable, seemed to shimmer with warmth even through the thin towel. It felt like magic—holding her so close, feeling her every breath, my heart beating in sync with hers. I kissed her lips softly, gently nibbling on her lower lip, before pulling away for a moment to meet her gaze.

Her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, and I couldn't tear my gaze away. My fingers, still tenderly caressing her lips, slowly drifted downward, and I leaned in again. My tongue deepened the kiss, sensing her skin, her calm breath quickening. I squeezed her chin a little harder, while my hand on her waist drew her even closer. Her thigh pressed against mine, filling me with the warmth of our proximity. This was a moment where nothing mattered except this one touch, this single kiss, when we became one being, losing ourselves in a single tender, passionate movement.

I kiss her neck, feeling the softness of her skin under my lips. My hand gently rests on her thigh, sliding beneath the towel she holds loosely. I kiss her again, lifting her and firmly grabbing her waist with my strong hands, laying her on the bed. She sinks into the soft, white sheets, her body arching as I spread her legs, exposing more of her skin. I feel every breath of her body as I move between her legs, both of my hands now on her thighs. The towel, still draped over her, rises higher, revealing more of her body.
I lift her arms, helping her remove the t-shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. Hard muscles that were hidden all the time by the T-shirt, long veins on the arms and neck. A v-shaped line in the lower part of the abdomen, which was covered only by pants.
Her body begins to glisten with a slight sheen of sweat, reflecting the light playing off her skin. My muscles tighten as her hands explore my torso, my stomach, my biceps. I can't stop the quiet, deep sigh as her fingers touch my chest, feeling my pulse quicken.
I slowly unbuckle my belt, removing it while leaving a light kiss on her lips.
She, once again wrapping her legs around my waist, softly moans as I pull her closer, feeling her body gleam with warmth. I tighten the towel around us, leaving her only in what she was born with, breathing heavily, realizing just how beautiful she is. She runs her hands through my hair, moaning with satisfaction as she feels my body entering hers. I lay my head on her neck, continuing my movements, feeling her hands begin to grip my back. She tenses up, shifting under my touch, and I grunt, unable to hold back the sensations. Her embrace tightens, and I feel how warm and soft she is, her breath merging with mine.