❝We're meant to be end-game❞
THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY; THIS IS A TRAGEDY.
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Nora thinks she is living out her dream. So why does it feel like such a nightmare?
Nora loves Oliver. Oliver loves Nora. It's meant to be simple. But with Oliver's old h...
Warning- This chapter contains slightly mature content! (Nothing too NSFW- just some sexual references and a LOT of implications)
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Staring into his sleeping eyes, Nora came to the conclusion that Benjamin Nakamura was sculpted by some grand designer. He was evidence of intelligent design. So much so that, if any theologist wanted to prove the teleological argument for the evidence of God, they could literally just use a poster of his face. His dark, thick eyebrows were raised slightly, his cheekbones were arched in such a way that they reflected the beams of morning light coming their way, his dimples were hidden behind the mask of a deep, deep sleep that left his lips slightly ajar. His lips, oh his lips! Then, underneath the sharp jawline, Nora had to admire his physique, his glorious, glorious body. Benjamin Nakamura was perfection.
Her hand lazily moved up to stroke his cheek to make sure he was real and not just a trick of light. He stirred awake at the sudden contact, slowly opening up his eyes. He smiled weakly when he noticed Nora staring at him.
"You have no idea how creepy this is," He laughed, his voice low and husky from a deep sleep.
"I can't help it. You're a work of art."
"Japanese genes I guess?"
She laughed before stretching her hand around his neck and rubbing the back of it gently. Ben's arm wrapped around Nora's waist and pulled her closer to him. She smiled and kissed him, threading her fingers through his silky black hair.
"Last night was..." He started but trailed off after becoming lost in their kiss.
"Perfect," Nora sighed dreamily, finishing off for him.
He mumbled something inaudible before straining his neck backwards and moaning a bit too loudly as Nora's hands worked their... magic. The way he bit his lips in an attempt to quieten himself down made Nora want to kiss them even more. He was divine.
"N-Nora, I....ahhhhh..."
Nora laughed before kissing him again. "You were saying?"
He brushed the hair out of her face. "You're amazing." His hands remained at the sides of her face and his eyes were fixed on hers.
Then that damn toddler started crying.
Ben groaned, collapsing back. "Shit."
Nora crawled over him to get out of bed but, as she did so, she planted a kiss on his lips. He seemed reluctant to let go of her hand and as she walked to the bathroom, she could feel him watching her stumble away in nothing but a bra and panties. She turned around and winked at him when she reached the door of the bathroom.
"You're killing me here!" He groaned as he finally sat up.
Nora's hand worked their way to her back and she unclipped her bra in one move before whipping it off and holding it in front of her, letting it swing for a few seconds then dropping it. Ben's eyes were shamelessly fixed on her chest as his jaw widened open.
