Two Hearts {H.S.}

Oh. Oh.

Hoping I'm correctly reading his signals, I press my outstretched hand flat to the table and push myself to subtly lean forward so the edge of the wood is pressing into the bottom of my ribcage.

His head nodding in encouragement, I tear my gaze from his to the gleaming red marble hanging from his consumingly mascunline hand. I tip my head to the side and lower my torso to almost parallel with the barrier between us. My eyes stay focused on their target, much too apprehensive to risk elsewhere. Tilting my head back, I allow my tongue to barely outrace my teeth when they come in contact with the fruit. Plucking it from the flimsy stem, I hear a muffled groan so deep and gravely it could have been a figment of my lecherous mind.

Repositioning back into my previous stance in my seat, I dare a glimpse at the halcyon figure bursting moonbeams of dazzling stardust through my veins and down into the knotting bottom of my abdomen.

One arm pressed down into his lap, the other still outstretched but now just laying on the surface of the wood. His head thrown to rest on the back of his chair, eyes closed and throat fully exposed save the few strands of hair curling down the sides and attempting to nuzzle beneath the open plackets of his shirt.

"Holy fuck, cherry cheeks. Cherry lips. Cherry tart. Cherry gum. Shit."

My racing heart beating in time with the cadence of his words. With the cadence of the ticking hands of the forgotten clock on the wall. Some things too powerful to relinquish attention to even time herself.

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The twisting and turning turmoil of love following two open-minded but closed-hearted individuals.

TW on some parts.
Mature Content.

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