Don't Listen to Your Heart

Secrets Behind A Door

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[A/N: There may be mature content in this chapter, you've been warned]

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I slowly open my eyes, feeling an intense kind of air soflty blowing on my face.

"James, what are you doing?" I ask with my still sleepy voice,

"I didn't mean to wake you up" he softly smiles, I rub my eyes and glance up at him.

I'm in Room 64, I must've fallen asleep after that kind of drink Liz offered me. I really have no idea of what that was but, man, it was powerful as hell.

I look up at him again, my vision still blurry.

Don't know if it's a kind of effect caused by that awful drink or just my lack of sleep.

All I can clearly see is his smile, his warm beautiful smile.

"You're cute when you sleep" he smiles again,

"Were you watching me sleeping you creep?" I ask with a soft chuckle.

"Is that a crime, ma'am?"

"The lightest crime you've ever experienced, but still a crime" I smile.

"I'm sorry I just couldn't resist it" he says with a warm whisper, sending cold vibes and shivers to my whole body.

I must admit that it was a hot tone.

And it kinda turned me on, what a shame.

"You couldn't?" I ask with a whisper as he gets closer, his hand rubbing on my cold tumbling skin.

"No, ma'am" he whispers again with the hottest tone ever, leaning in.

His soft warm lips soon touch mine, sparkles fly all over the room.

I let go on him, closing my eyes, making him kissing me slowly.

I feel his warm hands travelling through my clothes, reaching down the point where my skin is showing.

I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts, a cheetah grey one.

It fits me well, just goes up every now and then. Guess I'm growing.

I let him, I let him place his hand on my nude piece of skin, as he slowly places himself on the top of me.

I soon start tumbling, his warm touch on my cold skin sends shivers down to my spine all over again.

What are you doing? I'd like to ask him.

But no word is leaving my mouth, not now.