The same reason as mine? Well, I had a jerk who broke my heart. I was in a but with him? I don’t remember him saying he was in a relationship about that arranged sh*t he tried explaining.
"But..." I start, but he cuts me off.
"I told you, right? This beauty was reserved for someone who didn't value it. I waited waited while she was out there having leisure, relishing life, and maybe screwing jerk she came upon. We are done now. Whatever arises, I have closed that with her. It's that simple, Ellie."
He looks wounded. That must have hurt him deeply. I sympathize with him, although heart is performing a twerk dance inside. It's becoming so naughty, you know. If is free and I am free, which I so damn am because nothing ties me, then there is for us, right? We are free and compatible enough to make our own fate. We are to marry, build a home, and live a happy life.
Opsjawline! Marriage?
Deep sigh!
Then again, I went and said I should stop hoping, but I am taking that back now. I to hope. It is not a crime, and it does not hurt at all.
Looking at him, he looks lost some miles away. "You loved her this much?" I implore, his face, our eyes flickering into each other, mine rummaging for the truth in .
He smirks bitterly. "It was an entanglement. We were bound together by something so , but it wasn't love. Never was love. We never met. I just wish she dared to set free much sooner," He explains.
I nod my head, stroking his jawlines while his hand plops to my chest. It just plunged, he chose to rest it there, nuzzling my nipple under the fabric. Lost in his world of . Does he even know what he is doing? I doubt. That bitch really messed him up, ; otherwise, he wouldn't be this lost. This pain in his deep pools wouldn't so evident.
My heart stops its nonsensical twerking. It becomes faint and heavy, about to bleed his pains. It hurts me to see him this way, perhaps because his situation is so to mine. But at least this ghost woman of his set him free, unlike me, who does know what her ghost betrothed thinks right now. But he said that something so brought them together. What was it? That seems deeper than the mere my father had with the Ricafortes. Mine was something so simple that the parties could have called quit with so much ease and nothing would have been . But no, they chose to push me to the edge, and I hope they learned their
"So... There is no probability of you two reconciling?" My curiosity speaks.
He shakes his head, and a faint grin flickers on my face. "No. I'm just done," He out a deep sigh. My heart, come on now! You just can't keep cheering on crazy idea my brain conveys. "And you? Does that jerk still have a chance with ?"
Meh! Suddenly, the thought of Leo makes me want to puke. The mere thought of him me to the core. How can I have something with that lying, disgusting jerk?
Someone who brought my step-sister to my own bed and fucked her there? I would be a shameless, stupid bitch to even consider forgiving him. Never! Leo Theodore a closed chapter. Done and dusted!
And about the ghost betrothed of mine, I am also so done and dusted! And my poor
Damian does not need to know about him. He is not even worth mentioning.
"Of all the jerks in the world, Damian, I can never exonerate the one who screwed else in my house and on my bed. I would be the filthiest shabby bitch in the world to take such a man back, which I am definitely not," I state with all and hostility.
His smile ignites a flicker of liberation within me. It's a smile that speaks volumes— that acknowledges the shared freedom we are both reveling in. “Then I suppose are free to do whatever we please with each other? Nothing is tying us, anyway,” words, delivered in that deep, resonant voice, resonate with truth, echoing through confines of the car and reverberating within my soul.
As he slopes my back against the car, his weight pressing against me, there is an sense of surrender, yielding to the intensity of the moment. His proximity electrifying; his presence is both comforting and arousing as he leans atop me, me between his body and the car. I honestly can’t tell what he is thinking, but I care? No! He is one person I can follow even to hell without minding. He is one I can sin with and still feel like a saint. If he is a sin, then I don’t want to know opposite of it.
"We are, Damian," I manage to utter amidst the haze of desire, MY breath catching in dry throat as his hand ventures beneath my clothing. The sensation of his touch my sensitive skin sends shivers down my spine, awakening every nerve and to his caress.
As his lips meet mine in a fleeting peck, the connection between us intensifies, a spark that refuses to be extinguished. I let out a soft moan against his lips as body arced towards him in silent invitation.
The peck deepens into a kiss—a slow, languid exploration of each other's mouths that my senses ablaze. It is like a dance of tongues and lips, a symphony of desire that with each passing moment. And I savor it, relishing every passing second and my wants of him be known both to him and the heavens. The heat surrounding becomes all-encompassing, drowning out the world around us as we lose ourselves the flames of passion that consume us both.