the girl named winter

| 03 |

t h r e e
d a y s
b e f o r e

I pull away. "We should really stop kissing," I say, gasping for air.

Rey keeps his hands at the sides of my face, keeping his lips near mine. He inches closer.

I look away. "Someone might see us -"

"Do you honestly care?" he asks before painfully smashing our lips together.

I remain still with my eyes closed as he cocks his head to a better angle.

He moans.

I take a shuddering breath as I place my hands over his.

He groans, licking my lips.

I shut my eyes tighter.

His breath fans my face. "Your lips are softer now than I remembered."

I open my eyes and meet his black orbs.

"Are you eating properly?"

I lick my lips.

"Winter."

I look down.

"Don't hurt yourself."

I flash a smile for him. "I'm not."

"For me."

I swallow, nodding. "Of course, Rey," I squeak. "Anything for you."

In a heartbeat, his head dips down again and devours mine.

My eyes remains tightly shut as my hands explore his back to look as if I'm in deep pleasure.

His tongue seeks for entrance.

My mouth grants him permission.

He explores me.

I want to push him away.

But then he has needles on his wrists.

I bite my lower lip when his lips move to the curve of my neck.

He cups my breast.

I shudder and wound my hands in his hair.

He must've mistaken it for passion because the next thing I knew, his hand's on my thigh.

I whimper.

My phone rings.

Its vibration brings consternation to Rey's face and relief to mine. I quickly grab it.

"I have to take this," I murmur to Rey as I grab the device.

I run outside. My heart skips a beat at the number that was flashing.

I press answer.

"Blue."

"Winter."

"God, Blue, I miss you so fucking much," I hiss lowly. I grab a fistful of my hair.

"Meet me at the rooftop," he says in haste. "I need to talk to you."

I nod, knowing that he couldn't see me. "I'll be there," I promise.

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The once mystical garden didn't appear so mystical to me right now.