Not in a million years. Not in this life or the life to come. "No. And you just made a . I will hold you to that," I say as he kicks the door of my bedroom open, me in first. He locks the door behind us, and he starts undressing.
The abs, huh, and that mind-charming v-line! God help me!
His garments are instantly dumped into my hamper of dirty laundry, leaving him in but his bathing suit. Dear, Lord! I immediately averted my gaze and my face from him. My lungs are being sucked dry by that sight. Ghosh! This place is far hot. And me, why am I blushing? Am I seeing his bewitching nakedness for the time? I thought I was so used to it. I even liked seeing him this way.
"Why are your cheeks red, huh, baby? You have seen me like this countless times."
He drapes me from behind. Huh, I know, but come on! I can stand his beautiful abs face, but this seductive meat stroking my bum between his legs, how can I? "You forgiven me for being an annoying dickhead, right?" He starts unzipping my , and I don't object.
They say that holding grudges is not good for the soul, right? And, oh, let nobody ask why I have not forgiven my father. That man is not sorry at all. He is still pulling the strings to get me. As for this guy here, he apologized. And who am I not to ?
"I have," My dress hits the floor, and I step out of it as he works on my bra. In a , I am being spun in a synonymous suit to his, and like always, he stands an away to idolize my body.
Gosh! My face is burning with redness.
He quits gobbling me with his eyes after realizing that I am blazing red with blush, an idiot or a sweet sixteen. He grabs my hand and leads us both to the shower, me to him as we wait for the water to heat. Too bad I don't have an exquisite like his. That would have been a better option. Soaking in the jacuzzi, resting with lemonade, talking about anything and everything. And well, get at it with sweet, naughty staff. That would have been a haven, but we can also make a little right here.
We get under the shower, and I love how the water soothes my skin as it runs down body. He pulls me to him, and I snuggle up more, wrapping my hands under his and his back. What a wonderful sensation! I can spend my entire life right here, this shower, and in his arms like this.
I was about to succumb to a slumber in his embrace, but he pulls me up slowly, me charge my face to him. He looks more charming with the water trickling him like this. A sweet charm.
"If you were to be given just one chance to meet your ghost fiance, what would you him?" He caresses my cheek.
What? How come he suddenly remembered that moron? Of all people? I would if it were Leo he mentioned, but that ghost? That creature that I never met probably will never meet?
I don't really comprehend why he has to bring up that jerk in the middle of a glorious like this, but I mumble the only truth etched in my heart. "I would send him to hell. Perhaps I would take just a moment of his pathetic time to tell him just much I despise him. My life is like this because of him, Damian." He closes his for a moment, then peels off his blazing eyes to gawk at me. He looks so for some weird reason. He perhaps realizes he didn’t have to bring that up.
I hoist my hands to his face, nuzzling his jaws gently. Like a baby, he closes his eyes savor the sensation of my flesh on his. "Damian," I whimper. The name just rolled on its own for no apparent reason. I am in love with his name, just like I live with .
"What about me, Ellie?" He peels his eyes, glaring at me, weakening my bones.
I begin to tremble as I think of everything he makes me feel, but this time, I don't feel about letting him feel me tremble in his arms. I want him to know that he is to me. How weak he makes me feel. How vulnerable I am in his presence embrace. He makes me feel this way.
"You?” I start with a faint but stern tone. “I am delighted I met you, Damian. You are more important to me than you know, and I feel a thousand beautiful things for . I... I... Damian I..." Okay, when did I become a stammerer?
I have a lot to say, but I don’t know why I can’t arrange my words and just let them all . I take in a deep breath, hoping it stabilizes my focus on what I want to say. I open mouth, but I mutter the annoying ‘Is’. what is wrong with me? Why can’t let out so simple?
My stammering is cut short by his lips sealing mine, pressing me so hard on him.
Between melting and trembling, I have to really clench onto his shoulders for support.
As our lips dance to the velocity of our desires. Under this shower, I feel so free and . Like nothing can ever harm me under the sun. I feel so new—like I have a new path, a new love and inspiration.
Do you feel the same for me, Damian?
"Da...Da...mian... Mmhh." I try to speak between our lips, but it's worthless. The kiss into a more heated one, and our hands can't stick to just one spot.
I don't think this is the time to speak. I don't even want to. I want this. I want to kiss all night, if possible. I can't fight something as sweet as this. I don't want to. To this boat we are sailing on takes us, I will willingly and wholeheartedly go,
Damian Almeda. As long as you are aboard.