Page 137 of Nemesync
“To make you blush because I love it when your cheeks turn red—both on your face and your ass.”
Her smiling mouth brushed against my bicep, before she just pressed herself against me. “You perv.”
I cranked up the heat even more because she was shivering.
“You’re freezing, come here.” I said, motioning with my fingers for her to move closer.
Gently, I pulled her onto my lap, her warmth becoming mine. My fingers traced idle patterns on her back as we sat there, entwined in the car’s warmth.
‘I Wanna Be Yours’ by Arctic Monkeys was playing.
And fuck, it was fitting.
I want to be hers. I want her to love me, to obsess over my messed-up mind, my dark soul. I want her to crave my touch, to feel my heart slam faster every time she lays a hand on me.
I want to be hers. I need that more than anything.
The sky drew lines the contours of her face. I was captivated by this woman before me. Her palms were pale, her forehead slightly sweaty. I checked her pulse and felt it quicken a bit.
She seemed tired before, but now I’m sure she is. I took out a dose of her medication from the dashboard, and gently administered her insulin injection, pinching the skin of her abdomen, while kissing the top of her head.
She let me and just put her hand around mine. I loved it, it was such an intimate moment.
Better than anything.
Just her and me.
Us.
Brokenness and beauty.
MyLittle Nightmaretrusted me enough to be vulnerable with me. And knowing her, how much she hated being weak in front of everyone, I felt so proud.
She lifted her head up to mine, and asked softly, “Can you drive with me staying here?”
How could I say no? I’ll never say no to her, that’s what scares me.
I traced the lines of her face before kissing her softly, “Of course you can. Sleep if you want to,Milaya.”
She smiled at me and rearranged herself. Then we headed back home, her in my arms, feeling like I had everything I needed to make me want to live again in my arms, caressing my chest and humming the songs that played in the car.
Zanae
Nowhere has ever felt more like home in my life than in his arms. This man is something else, it’s everything about him. The way he talks, the way he acts towards me, the way he’s taking care of me in ways no one ever has.
Elijah’s arms enveloped me, his chest rose and fell with each steady breath.
“You know, I’ve never felt this sleepy,” I confessed.
“Must be the incredible company I offer.”
“Obviously.” With a yawn, I added, “I don’t get why people are so scared of you. You’re kind of adorable.”
He smirked at me, and said, “Adorable, huh? I might have been too kind to you.”
“You tried to kill me first, but you’re still somehow adorable.” I reminded him.
He was adorable.
