"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes."
Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issu...
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Ethan :
"It's hot," Beatrix murmurs, her voice a soft, distant whisper as I carefully carry her to the car.
I don't respond. Words feel useless when all I can focus on is the warmth of her body in my arms, the subtle rise and fall of her chest. Just the sight of her face-vulnerable, yet so breathtakingly beautiful-drives me mad. My heart is at war with my mind, battling between logic and something much more dangerous.
I gently set her down in the seat, my hands shaking just a little as I reached for the seatbelt. The task should be simple, but as my fingers fumble with the buckle, a flood of memories overwhelms. The flashback hits me like a wave-the moment when the seat belt got stuck and in that moment I saw Beatrix's real smile, the one that seemed to light up the world.
It was the first time I truly saw her, the first time I saw her guard down. That smile, so rare, so pure. But now, after everything that's happened, after the confession I couldn't take back, I'm not sure I'll ever see it again.
I pull the seat belt tight, my hands suddenly cold, my mind lost in the uncertainty of the moment. Would she ever look at me the same way again?
"Your eyes..." Beatrix murmurs, her voice barely a whisper, thick with something unspoken. Our faces hover so close, our gazes locked in a silent exchange. The mingling scents of alcohol and something sweet swirl in the air, intoxicating, blurring the lines between us.
Neither of us moves, the stillness heavy with unspoken tension. Our breaths intermingle, warm and steady. Slowly, Beatrix leans in, her face drawing closer, her lips touching mine. The heat of her breath skims my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I flinch, my heart racing, eyes wide with surprise and confusion.
Before I can process what's happening, she pulls away, her lips parting just enough to break the fragile connection. I'm left suspended in the sudden distance, trying to make sense of the moment.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, her eyes fixed on mine.
A single, guttural "Shit" escaped my lips. Desire, a fierce, untamed animal, My hand shot out, capturing her face, a desperate need to feel her skin against mine. My lips descended, a ravenous hunger consuming me, our mouths colliding with the force of a long-denied need. She didn't resist, didn't recoil. Instead, Our tongues met, a desperate, intimate exploration, the taste of alcohol a heady. My fingers tangled in the silken strands of her hair, pulling her closer, deeper.
My other hand, emboldened, slipped beneath the flimsy barrier of her shirt, tracing the contours of her ribs, the delicate curve of her waist. A shiver, a small, involuntary flinch, rippled through her. She broke the kiss,
"Cold," she whispered, her voice a ragged breath against the frigid air. Her face flushed a deep crimson, a mask of conflicting emotions. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, blinked rapidly, a desperate attempt to regain composure. As the intensity of the moment subsided, a wave of disorientation washed over me. My mind, reeling from the sudden release, struggled to comprehend the events that had just transpired. I scramble to my feet, an urgent need to escape the suffocating intimacy of the car. The car door slammed shut with a jarring finality, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night. I didn't look back.
