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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appe...
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The cool breeze pressed my unsecured hairs against my face, tickling the parts that didn't acquire any of the tears that flowed down my cheeks. My lips were parted and emitting strong breaths, staring adamantly at James's despairing face, who had its own tears draining off his chiseled face.
His brows were creased with worrisome, while his whole body seemed to tense in desperation, staring back at me with this shallow hopelessness.
My lip rolled into my mouth to prohibit the sob from escaping, knowing that the strong feelings I was receiving weren't just a mere sign that I was bearishly in love. No, it was an indication that James truly wanted me in all the ways I craved him. His teary eyes and wavering voice had complimented that, making my heart swoon even more than he had made it before.
"I love you," My voice barely managed to mutter, but James heard it, seemingly becoming stunned by it.
He observed my face for any deception, keeping the strict furrow in his brows. After a moment, he outwardly realized that there was no sign of deceit, dropping any indications and replacing them with this relieved smile.
He fully turned his body towards me, caressing my back and using his free hand to smear the tears off my face. The sparks tickled down all part of my body, causing a slight shudder to wrinkle down my spine. His hot breath fanned my face as he did this, holding this deep scent of alcohol within it. But at this moment I didn't care, knowing my attention was strictly towards his blinding eyes, silently pleading for his plush lips to press against mine.
He slowly drew the hand from my back to my waist, pushing me against the railing and pinning his body against me. His eyes flickered down to my lips, queuing my breath to halt and my body to relentlessly give itself to him.
He placed his rough hand against my jaw--something I've come to miss dearly--keeping my neck tilted for his exposure.
Slowly, he descended down to my pink lips, causing my eyes to subconsciously flutter close and my mind to subdue itself on autopilot. He pressed his liquor coated lips onto mine, feeling the ruthless shake beginning to take over my body.
It was soft and passionate, something I wasn't quite familiar with when it came to him. His lips melded with mine slowly, knowing it wasn't out of pure lust, but rather this great deal of love. It was evident that we both missed each other substantially.
I moaned into the kiss, feeling his teeth grazing my bottom lip. But he kept himself relaxed, though aware that we both had this everlasting craving for each other. He slowly hooked his hands underneath my thighs, pushing the constraining material off my legs through the slit. He pulled me onto his waist, to which I wrapped my legs around and held most of my weight up with.
I heard his footsteps in the background, as my mind had been relinquished to this inimitable kiss, feeling the tears still flowing with content. My back was met with his plush comforter, making the breath escape my lips and flood against his.
