Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

27: Intimacy

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The dining room was silent, the only sound I heard was the echo of my beating heart. Rupert's heartbeat was thumping loudly in his own chest, and our hearts sang together in a perfect melody as if it was meant to be.

I looked deeply into his chestnut brown eyes, searching for his soul to see if he was seeking for mine as well. They sparkled so brightly, lighting up the insides of me.

Rupert's fingertips dug gently into the delicate fabric of my chemise, poking at my waist. His thumb stroked my hipbones very gently, almost seductively.

I ran my fingers through his soft, brown, artificial locks of hair that resembled real human hair.

His skin was so smooth, not a single spec of dot kissed his skin like Connor's face.

His plump lips were coral pink, and I desperately craved to kiss his with my own.

"Really?" Escaped his soft looking lips. His breath snaked around my own lips.

I only nodded whilst tracing my upper lips with the tip of my tongue. I could see in his eyes that it drove him wild.

His fingertips dug deeper into my waist, but still treating it like I'm fragile.

"Let's go somewhere else," I told him whilst picking my body back up.

He let go of me with his head cocked to the side, as well as his left brow up.

"Where?"

I grabbed his wrists and tugged him up from his chair without a word. He stood taller than me and I looked up at him with a gentle expression.

We laced our fingers together and he followed me cluelessly as I dragged him behind me. We passed by the white walls of my hallway, and I glanced behind me to see a curious Rupert looking around, studying everything.

I chuckled silently to myself and I finally spoke, "I want to show you something."

I opened the door to my room, the most comforting place in the world. I finally gave him an insight to my personal room, although it wasn't heavily decorated, telling him nothing about me.

Or maybe it did, that I was just a boring, ordinary girl.

I looked at his fascinated expression who examined every wall, every furniture, every shade of black.

He remained silent, and I released our twining fingers to walk across the room to grab sheets of paper I had lying on my study desk. With the sheets of paper clutched tightly on my grip, I sat down on my bed, my feet touching the floor.

He walked in front of me, peering at me with his curious look still stained on his face.

"What's that?"

I smiled gently, skimming through the paperwork that I already looked over a dozen times.

"It's an application form to adopt Ace."

His face beamed and lit up adorably, and he chirped, "that's great! When are you able to bring him home?"

I shrugged, the smile turning into a sad and lonely one.