November Rain

Chapter 14: The Achilles Heel

Gue nggak pernah ngerti sebelumnya ketika orang bilang "everybody has his/her own Achilles heel" sampai gue bertemu manusia yang sedang menghujani gue dengan ciuman bertubi-tubi ini.

Whoa, wait, what?

He pins me to the bookshelf, pecks my lips once, and smiles to look at my face before touching my lips with his, again, and again, short and quick. His touches always come at the right moment. The exact time when I can't say no. Then it leaves me with this lingering feelings I can't shake off for God knows how long.

Where are you, Nick?

Amidst everything that occurs, my mind tries to grasps his existence.

Nick must be somewhere... deep inside... burried by guilt and sin. My sin.

He looks at me longingly, his eyes so endearing, sparkling like the constellation of the neighboring galaxy. And he always smells like sweet fig and jasmine. He has the kind of touch that will make my pain cease to exist, the kind that turns the cold November rain into a heartwarming summer light at the end of spring. So welcoming.

Why do people chase burning star when they already figure out it can harm them? Why do they leave their safest shelter and go out for more adventure? Why do I...

"Bri, stooop.." gue menghentikan serangannya

"What?" he grins

Duh please jangan nyengir gue ngga kuadh...

"You're ruining my liptint!" gue nggak bisa nahan ketawa ngeliat bibirnya yang memerah kelunturan liptint gue.

"Am I?" he looks puzzled and... and cute? Damn.

Gue mengusap bibirnya pake jempol yang ujungnya dia kecup juga. Then he starts kissing my fingers.

"Heh!"

"If I ruined your lips then I should move to other parts." katanya sambil mencium hidung, naik ke dahi, dan turun dagu.

"No, no, you're not going any lower than that! I'm ticklish!" But it was too late. His lips has landed on my neck. I can't control my laughter. It was hard for me to breathe as well.

He pulls my hand and we move to the couch in the middle of the reading room where he keeps tickling me that I start crying.

Gue orang yang kalo ketawa sampe nggak bersuara tapi nangis. No, no, I'm definitely not sad.

Dia mengunci gue di bawahnya sambil mengacak-acak rambut gue. My eyes catch the little dots on his neck and I can't help but touching them.

One, two, three. Oh he got another one on his earlobe.

"What are you doing?" his eyes widened in wonder.

"I've always wanted to do this."

"Touching my moles?"

"Counting them."

"Hahahah! so you've been paying attention to my neck?"

"Shut up!" I pull him closer and kiss him, deeper and longer this time.

"So?" he breaks away from the lock.

"So, what?" I catch my breath.

"Will you stay?" dia menyentuh beberapa helai rambut gue yang jatuh ke wajah, menyelipkannya ke belakang telinga.

"I.. I'm not sure."

"You can stay here if you want." jari telunjuknya menggambar sebuah garis lurus dari dahi gue, menariknya ke ujung hidung.