Temptation

9 - Hero

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I can't help but to take this as a sign. I turn to the clock on the wall to avoid starring too long at her lips. It's already 1AM, the night is going by too quickly.

I stop caressing her arms, as I can feel the goosebumps on her skin. I want to avoid kissing her, if I kiss her, I know that I will not be able to leave in the morning and move on from it.

"Is something wrong?" She asks stopping me in my confused thoughts. I nod my head, but I'm lying; I'm extremely confused right now. She knows that I'm lying, and she moves a cushion over on the couch, away from me. I know I am making her uncomfortable. I choose to move another cushion towards her so that we are face to face again, and I say the words that will only be embarrassing for me if I get a rejection; "I want to kiss you, I've wanted to kiss you since I body checked you," she giggles, and a little snort comes out. That was the cutest thing in the fucking world. "If I kiss you, I know I won't be able to move on in the morning. Somehow, in the last few hours with you, I feel like I've known you my whole life. It feels as if you know me too. It's a cliché but it's true." As her cheeks brighten to a new shade of pink, she looks down at her feet, away from my gaze. I can't stop my actions of tilting her head up to meet my eyes; as our lips are parallel to each other, I slightly turn my head to the left and I kiss her. Her soft lips against my chapped; we are synced as we both open our mouths to accept the movement of our tongues. After a few seconds pass, which were not long enough, we pull apart from each other and I see the instant smile across her face, her cheeks still pink and her lips fuller from mine. I can only imagine the stupid smile I am wearing on my own face right now.

A kiss is all I needed from this woman. A kiss that I will never forget. One night is not enough, at the very least I want to stay in contact with her...

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We have kept the same distance; we haven't moved from this spot on the couch for hours. I've caught myself telling her how I ended up in show business. She is so kind in a way that she wants to understand my mum's intentions even though they were not always good ones and she apologizes to me for the loss of my mum. I try convincing her I do not have grief for my mum, but again she doesn't believe me. What is it with this girl? How does she know me, how does she know I'm lying? Yet, instead of prying for more, she gives me a gentle hug and I never want her to let me go. We end up getting on the conversation of my dad and I can only tell her what my mum told me. He was a drug addict like my mum and he actually was her dealer; she slept with him for free drugs and as a result I came.

After talking; all the laughs and the emotions, it's now 5AM and I can tell that she is fighting her eyes from shutting. Instead of continuing our conversation, I suggest that we watch a movie—not one of my own. The movie she picks is nothing what I expected from her, I was expecting a romance but instead she turns on Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Little does she know I played the young Voldemort in the Half Blood Prince, but I keep that a secret for now. Minutes later, she lays down in my lap and falls to sleep quickly. I move the hair from her face and watch as she looks so peaceful and unharmed. Her breathing is slow and light, and the sound of her has me closing my own eyes to rest.