How To Love ✓

16.

Amara

We ended up heading back into the city after our night together and he suggested we get dinner before we head back. I was elated to be myself for a change and knowing now that being around him makes me feel open and expressive, I wanted to be around him more often. Even though he makes me laugh and cry and scream, he made me feel alive.

Lucien pulled into the entrance of POP'S 24 HOUR DINE AND CUISINE. We took our seats in the seemingly deserted place and decided on what to eat.

"Are you comfortable? Should I order you some water?" Lucien asked in a husky tone.

I nodded at him. My lips raised to the smallest degree at his worry. "I'm okay, I'll live."

He locked my hands into his tattooed ones, and I compared the two. His are large whilst mines are tiny, yet they mold perfectly together. He gave them both a kiss, his soft lips stayed attached to the skin for a moment. I swooned at the gesture. The smile never broke away from my features.

"You, Amara Belle, are something else, something.... I can't put words to. You leave me speechless on countless occasions and when you don't realise it, your presence completely fills my existence with the feeling of being whole." With every word he uttered, I felt them touch my soul. I held his gaze for a moment and all I could've seen was a lover boy behind a tortured soul. 

I knew he meant every word. How long had he felt this way about me? 

His fingers caressed the top of my hands in a soothing manner, holding them tightly, afraid that I would pull away. However, I had no intention to. 

"You have truly bewitched me, Lucien King. How can my words ever compare to the beauty you've just spoken?" my lips trembled as I spoke. 

"You don't have to say anything," he spoke softly. "Just, exist, and the world will continue to shine by your illumination."

I couldn't even resist the urge, so I gave him and let go of his hands and pulled his face in to connect our lips gently, but passionately. He returned every emotion receive fervently. He broke away for a moment, placing a hand over mines that held him by his neck.

"I don't think I'm strong enough to walk away from you, you're my saviour," he whispered. I leaned forward a bit more so that our foreheads rest against each other.

"I prefer to believe you're the one who came to my rescue," I breathed. I placed my lips on his again, with him casually slipping his tongue past my lips to caress mine. I tried communicating to him that I appreciated him, that I needed him as much as he needed me. My head was getting woozy from the lack of oxygen, but somehow his aura had the tendency to do that to me even without the intense lip locking.

A sudden clearing of throat pulled us away from each other. The waitress blushed harshly, looking at anywhere but Lucien and me. 

I exchanged the reaction, feeling embarrassed for kissing so intensely in a public avenue. Lucien, on the other hand, seemed to have no shame.

She took our orders and also grabbed our menus. After a 15-minute wait, she came back with Lucien's meatball sub and diet coke and my cheeseburger and orange juice. 

"Good yeah?" his words muffled against the burger, causing meatball sauce to drip from the corners of his mouth.

I giggled and leaned over the table, taking my pinky to wipe it off and unto the napkin.

"You're a pig," I joked and took another bite out of my delicious cheeseburger.

"Thank you, princess."