When circumstances are trying to set you apart..but still find a way to end up in each other's arms, it is called Fate..
XXVI: Fate
The next morning was a beautiful day. And what makes it more beautiful was the fact that my best buddy and the most lovely girl in the world is lying here beside me. Dice is looking gorgeous against the morning sun. I don't want to make a move since she was sleeping like a baby hugging my chest tight. She was beautiful to look at and the mere fact that she's the one hugging me tight is beyond compare.
I just stared at her unreluctantly. I caressed her hair and her face. I run down my fingers unto her shoulder and to her body length. I could almost not take it anymore. She drives me crazy. Let alone the idea of her close to me sets me off to euphoria. I wanted to kiss her. To touch her again. I wanted to caress her and love her so much. I wanted to care for her and heal the bad wounds that she's scarred for life. I wanted to make love with her. I want her to feel how sincere I am. I want her to feel how deeply in loved I am with her.
"Wake up beautiful..", I slowly whispered in her ears. She gently opened her tired eyes and instantly met mine. The way she looks at me is like a sinful taste of heaven. Hurting and fulfilling at the same time. She stares at me with awe. I on the other hand wanted to kiss her sweet plum lips over and over again without breathing.
"Hey..good morning", she seemed calm meeting me eye to eye still hugging me tight.
"Hey.. Do you want breakfast?", I whispered never minding how tensed I am from hugging her whole body tight against mine. "Do you want to get up or lay down here forever? Coz I can do both", I continued smiling at her like a fool.
She let out a sigh and when she came to some realization she sets her body apart from mine, slowly untangling our bodies and got up. I was somehow sad how she ended the trance. But she stood in front of me and offered me her hand. I was shock how she gestured to me to hold hands with her and get up.
"I don't know..but this just feels right.. Let's have breakfast together..", she said smiling gorgeously at me. I was smiling and the feeling of holding hands with her as we walk out the room feels ecstatic and amazing. She let me sit in the kitchen counter while I get to witness how good she is at cooking.
"I don't remember you cooking like a pro Dice", I teased.
"Trust me. This is good", she laughed joyfully. She just looked happy with me today. Like she was the old Dice but more blooming and happy and carefree. She handed me the hot cakes and syrup that truly smells good.
"So?!" She asked while I'm taking a large bite of what she just cooked. She smiled lovely when she realizes I loved it.
"I told you it was good", she winked at me and proceed to washing the dishes right after we ate. The ambiance between us was wonderful. I can feel her responding positively to the attention and care I had shown her. I was suddenly snapped out of my trance when I saw her washing the dishes finally noticing the nighties she had on. It was a dirty white night gown just above the knee. It was seemingly transparent as the morning light kisses the dress. I can almost see her laced undergarments. God she is beautiful. She finally turned to my direction and caught checking her out.
"What are you starring?"
"Nothing"
She looked at me with suspicion. She was about to get a glass of water when her phone buzzed up. She picked it up hurriedly and answered it to the tone. They were talking for quiet some time. Her features hardened. She was suddenly looking problematic, turning tomato red and was about to burst in tears. Her voice was hinting anger and impatient. Who is she talking to? I got up and tried to act normal like not hearing a thing from their conversation. I peeked at her only to see her in tears and she already hanged up the phone. I walked towards her and was shocked when she hugged me tight only to cry more.
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