Her soft snores interrupt the silence in the room, watching her breath in and out. Her mouth was slightly open, he stared at her pink luscious lips.
It's been weeks since he's seen her, or even contacted her. Lord must have to know how she feels as sleeps so violently.
He stands at the left side of her bed, studying her sleeping face, he feels instant guilt. How much he'd love to see those hidden hazel eyes.
She moves slightly, as the blanket to uncover her body. Exposing her right breast, he tenses up. He thought about much he missed the taste and the touch of her firm breasts.
No doubt, he misses her, but he didn't want to hurt her again like he did in the past.
He leaves the sleeping beauty behind as he manages to find a way to move on, hoping she'll find someone better, someone who deserves her.
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Ultraviolent: Short Stories
Historia Corta"He hit me and it felt like a kiss, I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence."
