"I'm sorry." He breathed between us, "Thank you for getting some sense into me. I don't know what I'd do without you India. You keep my head on right."
"That's what friends are for." I smiled smally and he closed the distance between us, cupping my cheeks in his big hands, making me feel small and delicate. My heart rate picked up, my breathing stopped altogether as I held my breath, waiting for him to do something, to say something.
"It's not just friends is it?" He whispered, his lips inches from mine. "All this time, I've tried so hard to fight it, to push you away, to block you out, but I can't. It's always been here, between us, and I told myself not to act on it, that you'd find your mate and you'd leave me, and it would have all been for nothing, but I can't do that anymore. I can't sit around and pretend that I'm not in love with you India. We find our mates any day now, and if it's not you, I'll understand, I know the chances are slim, but if I don't kiss you right now, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"If you do kiss me, and you find her, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." I whispered up at him, our breaths mixing in the air in front of us.
He ignored me, his lips meeting mine so softly that I barely registered that they were there. I wrapped my arms around his torso then, pulling him closer to me as he deepened our kiss, his lips moving with mine like they'd been molded just for them. There were not cliche sparks, no sudden desire to fall into bed, no burning for him. This kiss was innocent, and the only one we would be bound to share. I didn't want it filled with regret. I wanted to cherish it, and I would, for the rest of my life.
He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against mine softly. "I'm not gonna say that I'm sorry, because i'm not." He breathed.
I nodded, pulling myself into his arms as he wrapped his around me, resting his chin against my hair. "I love you India." He said softly.
"I love you too Ty."
"Anyways, without further ado, are you in or are you out."
"Are you joking?"
"It's left to you babe."
"You're kidding."
I affirm, throwing my hand up in the air with my eyes wide open. "No baby strictly business."
Dario stretches out his hands for a shake, nudging me to take it with his eyes.
"Perfect," he whispers.
"Now babe I think I deserve a kiss don't I?"
I rolled my eyes at him, turning away. "Well fine then, have it your way." he said picking out his iPhone.
I quickly aimed to grab his phone but he successfully avoided my hands, which left me no choice but to pull his head lower to my length and then place a small kiss on his lips.
For the love of God.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you really shouldn't be pecking me." he smirks.
Yo, I mean it's a dream kissing him but I was expecting something maybe more romantic, you know, sweet not a fucking blackmailing deal.
I placed another kiss on his lips.
"That still wasn't a kiss babe." He whispers.
For all the times he had called me babe, had my heart skipping beats.
"Have you always been this sick or just fucked in the brain."
I am playing with fire. I might as well just get burnt.
"Never had experience?, well I'd be more than glad to teach you."
He pulled me closer, staring at my lips with him subconsciously licking him, he almost looked dazed.
Dario places his left hand on my waist and right hand at the side of my face before slowly connecting his lips to mine.
The way he kissed, soft , the way he moved, slow.
His lips felt so good against mine.
I kissed him back gracefully, with him licking my bottom lips for entrance in which I gave him full access to devour my mouth with his.
He pulled me closer to him as my hands found their way to his hair with me running my hands through his black soft hair, wishing the moments never stopped but it did, prior to the loud angry cloud above us.
It felt so good, I was going to cry.
Dario get what he wants when he wants.
Read on.