In which an unsatisfyed girl, lives viciously.
We looked at the gloomy sky above us, as we lay on our backs. The large, unfinished house, with swamp colored bricks, and it's peak was so rugged it appeared, as though, it was scraping the dark bruised sky.
"You are like the thrill I get in my stomach when a car rushes by, when you rode️ with me on our bikes. You are that brief, yet startling sound, that the engine inside of it made. You are my reality check.", I elaborated, with a blush dusting my cheeks.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He laughed out, making me blush even harder, wrapping my arms across my chest.
I sighed, looking at the frosty cloud that my breath had formed before my face.
"You have this indescribable... it's such a brief feeling, that it makes you so much more" I said, if it was possible, I was blushing harder. " you're like the thoughts Picasso had, that never made it to the canvas" i chuckled, I'm basically trudging through my own cheesiness.
There was a short, yet noticeable pause before his response.
I turned sideways to try and tell what he was thinking about. He wore a turbulent expression, and his eyebrows were furrowed. I think he knew what I meant, and wasn't willing to admit it anytime soon. He let out a breath before proving my point right, and saying,
"I'm just going to keep quiet, because we both know I have no idea what that means, and the moment is really serene right now, so you'll explain tomorrow? " He said slowly, making sure not to mess up. Intertwining his long fingers with mine, and bringing the back of my hand up to his lips, kissing me softly. This sent chills through my arm.
I let out a chuckle.
"Okay." I said closing my eyes, letting the blush slowly fade, and pressed my hand harder against his mouth.
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Fletcher Tiberius Faust
Valentina Conner Yorke
Camila: I am so done with gorgeous men, I fell for one a long time ago and paid with my heart. I thought he loved me until I figured he couldn't stand my body and I was just a free place to live. I don't have time for games, I need to stay focused.
Dante: I come from a family of means, but, I am just a regular man, I work 9 to 5. I actually enjoy working with all the "little people" I feel respected with them. I have recently woken up from a long sleep, I didn't even know a person could break your control the way she did it to me. She refuses to take my shit, and I love her all the more for it.
-and when I inhaled again, I could smell HER, fuck, something citrusy and sweet. Delicious, I wondered if her lips would taste as good as she smelled. Her full peach colored lips beckoned me for a sampling. My mouth began to water. I looked back up to her eyes and time seemed to stand still, holy shit! That actually happens?! and as I gazed into her eyes, I felt something shift, I felt like my soul was on full display for her to unravel. And in her eyes, I saw a story, a story I very much would like to know about. Her eyes were like dark pools of chocolate coaxing me to take a dive. And I very much wanted to take the plunge and drown in them.
She started to lean closer to me but stopped when I opened my stupid mouth said the last thought I'd had, "Impressive, did your man teach you how to work on his car?" Obviously, it was not what she waited for me to say at that moment and whatever connection had began was just as quickly DISconnected , because she gave me, what I'm assuming was supposed to be a death glare, but really she just managed to look cute with her little nose scrunched up.
"Ex-cuse me!?" she almost yelled, she looked hurt.
Oh damn, "What?" Shit, I had been drooling so much over her scent that my mouth didn't process the words through my brain before releasing.