Page 99 of Nemesync
Was she an angel? She looked like one.
She looked at me and smiled, waving her small hand to say hi, and blew me a kiss.
Amber eyes.
Hers.
The same eyes are making me feel again, but not pain this time. Something powerful that’s like life itself.
Leaning against the doorway, I observed her, curious of how this little human held so much power over me.
She was submerged in the water, lost in her thoughts.
I’m not sure if she is aware, but she always unconsciously holds herself in different ways, whether it’s her hands, her arms, or her legs.
With her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, she rested her face on them and looked at me.
And I smiled.
I smiled because she was watching me while holding herself close, and I knew she felt safe with me.
I wish I was the one holding her.
How can someone be this stunning, It’s infuriating.
“Hot water suits you.”
Her gaze was tender, gentle,soft, “Can you come closer?” she said.
I moved to the edge of the bathtub and kneeled.
Her face inches from mine. So many lashes and freckles. She is magnificent, her cheekbones flushed with the heat of the water, her golden eyes sparkling, her hair wet, tattoos emerging from underneath the water.
I wanted to trace them with my mouth and taste how good she tasted, feel the intoxication of her skin again.
Fuck, I miss her body.
“Can you pretend for me tonight?”
I caressed her lips with my thumb, looking inside her honey eyes and enjoying the warmth they bring to my chest, “I don’t even know how to do that.”
“I can try to teach you.”
“How?”
“Kiss me.”
And I did.
I crushed my lips on hers. Passion and vulnerability awaited on her lips, like an addiction, sweet and warm.
I was addicted the moment I saw her eyes again other than in my dreams. I knew I was fucked when I began seeing these colors again.
I didn’t even let her kiss me back, I was so fucking hungry, starving, and her lips were the only meal that could satisfy me.
I sucked on her tongue, her lips, I couldn’t have enough. Each contact was another level ahead of my addiction.
I stood up and carried her out, she was dripping wet and naked in my arms and the only thing I was thinking of is that I wanted to feelherand make her feelme.
