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Eliza Salvatore is the not-so-known sister of Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Living a quiet life in Paris when she gets a call about her brother, Damon's death, she drops everything to be with her brother Stefan. But what happens when Da...
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So High - Doja Cat
Liza
It's dark when I first wake up. Once or twice a car's headlights shine through the window and gives off a tiny bit of glow. All I feel is heat and comfort. There's no gap between his body and mine, not even the separation of clothing or a sheet from the bed. Just our naked bodies pressed against each other. I can't help but smile, but I force myself to fall back asleep before I ruin the moment by my thoughts.
When I wake again it is morning and the light gives me a headache when I open my eyes. I feel a love hangover, but it's not the only thing I feel. Emptiness. I sit straight up. Next to me the bed is empty and the room is silent. I vamp speed out of bed and into the bathroom area. Nothing. I run my hands through my hair as the overwhelming feeling comes to me. I catch myself, naked, in the full length mirror every motel or hotel room seem to have, but I can't help think of his hands on me and I begin to feel weak. How stupid could I be? Years and years of resisting every emotion I could, numbing myself and I let some guy I've known for a few weeks blindside my common sense? I should have never trusted him, I should have know he'd run the moment I let my guard down. I pull at my hair. That's when the door opens and in steps Kai holding a paper brown bag and coffee. He turns and when he sees me, he grins. I soon remember I'm naked.
"I'm going to take a shower." Is the only thing I say and I rush out of the situation by proceeding to do as I said.
The feeling of the hot water on my body is relaxing and welcomed. As I wash myself I start to think of every place he touched me last night as my hands run over myself. I shake my head vigorously trying to get the thoughts away. So he came back, he's a sociopath, whatever he's doing is part of an evil scheme to bring my guard down. But I remember the feeling of being so close to him. A feeling I've pushed away with every guy I get intimate with, dug itself out. I hear the creak of the door open, then the curtain opens delicately and I step aside so Kai can step inside the shower. I continue to wash my body and he helps, taking the soap out of my hands and lathering it on his. He begins to run his hands on mine and a shiver crawls over my skin. I turn towards him.
"Kai." I groan. Stop, I want to shout. Not because I want him to, but because I'm scared of myself letting him. He shushes me, pulls me close, pressing his body against mine and running his hands down my backside. My lips part as I let out a small sigh. I watch his eyes, those dangerous eyes, watching me.
The feeling of his lips on mine fills the emptiness that was there before. I turn around and his soapy hands run across my breasts. Before I knew what was happening, he pushes me up against the shower wall and his feet kicks my legs apart and I happily oblige. His mouth travels down, giving me soft kisses on my neck and nipping my ears. His hot breath in my ear makes my knees weak. The water pours down my face and I turn around again. He gently lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him.
When it's over he kisses me on the forehead and steps out of the shower. The emptiness returns and I finish washing myself alone. It doesn't take long for my smile to fade and the thought of his hands on me doesn't make me shiver anymore, it makes me cringe. A tear falls down my cheek but I force the rest away.
