The Dusk Room

The Dusk Room chapter 19

"I'm going to miss you soooooo bloody much!" Lyla almost has me in a choke hold, enthusiastically kissing my cheek.

"You'll still see me almost every day at work." I tell her with a loving one-armed hug.

She pouts a little, giving me her very best puppy dog look. "I know...but it's not the same." She mumbles with a forced smile.

Fane watches us from across the table, sat closely beside Beth who is also watching us with an amused little smile upon her pursed lips. "You're welcome here anytime, Lyla...you know that." He assures my dear but very dejected friend.

His sweet and kind assurance almost immediately lifts Lyla's spirits and lifts my love for him. My ethereal love for him rises high above us all sat in the leathered booth and drifts out to all the loveless clubbers who happen to be here at The Dusk Room. I wish it were possible for everyone to experience what I feel. To be loved and to be in love. Fane never ceases to amaze me. He can be so darkly dominant, then so solidly sweet. So predictably unpredictable, I love that about him.

"I expect you'll be looking for a new flat mate, now?" Beth asks, snuggling up against geeky guy from the pharmacy (yup...they're most certainly back on.)

Lyla nods, leaning forward to have a sip of her vodka and Coke. "I will. I just hope that I don't get another flat mate who likes to leave their dirty thongs lying somewhere on the bathroom floor." Her lips press tight together, sarcastically scowling across at me.

My embarrassment branches across my cheeks, turning them a bitter shade of red. "I've done that a few times, and it's only when I'm in a terrible rush." I argue my case with a tight grimace, still feeling mortified that Lyla, has indeed, just told everyone about me and my dirty thong thing.

Fane's eyebrows rise, chuckling softly. "Well that's already an added benefit to having my girlfriend come and live with me." His green eyes fully rest on me, a twinkle of mischief attractively sitting right within them.

Our desirous and silent stare is abruptly intruded upon by Kira, who snakes her long and obvious fingers around Fane's masculine shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt, Felix is here." She looks only at him, ignoring me and my friends, but because she's wearing such a demure and friendly smile, it simply goes unnoticed by Fane.

He stands, buttoning up his suit jacket. "Duty calls." He announces with a slanted, sexy smile. Just as he's about to walk away with a triumphant looking Kira eagerly following behind him, he suddenly turns back around and is soon planting a heated, lingering kiss onto my surprised lips. "I'll see you, later." He deeply tells me, his breath like a caressing breeze against my mouth.

The wonderful eutony of how he expresses you, has me spasming with silent arousal down between my legs. I know that Fane senses what he reduces my body to, his slow and satisfied smile as good as says it. With my mouth now almost as moist as my aching vagina, I look back at him with eyes utterly glossed over with radiating desire. "See you later." I finally manage to say over my completely taken away breath. It's just as well that I'm sat down because my knees have loosened; feeling wonderfully weak.

With the loveliest of departing smiles, Fane is soon leaving me with just the remnant of his powerful presence. Kira adopts a tall, graceful posture; following behind him with an unsaid fury now plainly written all over her rigidly beautiful face.

Team Darla – One point.
Team Kira – A big fat zero.

"Bloody hell, I can completely understand why you're wanting to move in now, hun...Fane is hotty hotty hot hot!" Lyla is nudging against me, laughing and stupidly fanning her face and her thrusted out breasts.