Is There More To Love

Chapter 8 - Two way process

"Love is a two way process. The person you love must love you in return. Frustration and hurt are all as a result of love not reaching an equilibrium. The other loves more than the other resulting in a crush and it hurts." - Nuela Quotes

Sabin POV

[Verse 1]
Put your lips close to mine
As long as they don't touch
Out of focus eye to eye
Till the gravity is too much
And ill do anything you say
If you say it with your hands
And i'd be smart to walk away but you're quick sand

[Verse 2]
I can't decide if it's a choice
Getting swept away
I hear the sound of my own voice
Asking you to stay
And all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Forever going with the flow but you're friction
~ Treacherous #Taylor Swift

Holding her hands in my Palm. She looked absolutely beautiful in that red dress. Her hair flew and rested well just below her shoulders. That laugh sent jolts of electricity straight to my soul. Just the sound of her voice made my blood reach extreme temperatures. Hand in hand we walked towards the elevator door. I could not hold it anymore. I couldn't shut this current in my body anymore. Damn it. Carefully placing my hand on her waist I pulled her close as the elevator door closed. I could hear her heart beat. Placing my other hand on her neck and gently stroking her hair I looked at her. My eyes hungry, I swear I could see passion in  her own eyes,  intensity in mine. I pulled her closer. Her body against mine, I lowered my head, my lips our lips they locked. I thought I could stop but I couldn't. I kissed her, eyes closed I could feel an increase in the current inside of me. The electrical shock, my whole body was in this, I was I'm this.

Gently and careful I lifted her. The lift got to my apartment and as the elevator door opened I put her down but gently. I had more intensity. Breathing heavily like a lion hunting for its prey. I found my lips on her neck, as I lead her gently to the kitchen counter. I gently removed the clutch she was holding from her hands, who knows where I put it. She took a steps back I followed. Her hands on my chest, her hands on my shoulders I still kissed her. 

"Sabin..." she said. Her voice obviously sensual. 

"Kaloa..." I said as I held my breath 

My lips everywhere. At this moment her body was like a drug. Her scent, everything about her. With strength but gently I lifted her and there she sat on the kitchen counter. My body against her, moulding.

" Sabin," she said. I could hear her voice pleading for more.

"Yes Kaloa," that's all I could say

She kissed me with such intensity and yet pulled away. 

"No, let's stop," she said

I hadn't felt like this with anyone before. It was as if our heart beat did beat at the same time. I ran my hands through my hair. At this rate I could not focus. Who would. There she was looking so beautiful. Beauty and and Kaloa ment the same. I kissed her on the forehead. Closing my eyes I knew I had to yield. There was no doubt we both felt the same way. The itennsiry  of our emotions, the passion, the electrical current.

At this moment I had no other thoughts. Looking at her as I poured  water in a glass she smiled. Such beautiful oyster teeth.

The movie was a success. With how busy I get I don't even remember the last time I had gone for a movie. Watching Me before You gave me a different perspective of what mattered  in life. Life matters and it's also too short so you can't live full of regret. When you find something so rare like what me and Kaloa had it was worth fighting for. Then I thought of that arrangement. What was I thinking. Thoughts of my dad and of how his disappointed face will look like flashed. I could not tell him. I was torn. This is where I belonged. Kaloa is where I belong. Should I tell her but what do I tell her. The connection was very real. I was very vulnerable. I smiled as I handed her the glass of water trying to hide my sadness. Why be sad. We live in the now. Let me at least enjoy this moment. I watched her as she drank water. It was as if she had a burning sensation in her throat which grew more as she placed the rim of the cool glass on her soft lips. It's amazing how I noticed every little detail of everything she did.

On the couch, her foot on my lap I massaged them while telling her about my famous fantasy story from my childhood. My dad would always told the story. Growing up I always wondered how it would have been like if each person had two lives to live. What will they do in their first life and then the next. Which of the two would be better than the other. I know i have one life to live and every decision i make affect my whole life generally.

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I had to make this chapter short. I was sad when i wrote it. My hope is that you enjoy it. Special thanks to my friends who inspire me to write it. Drop me a message concerning anything. Love you all.