Page 16 of Morena
Cautiously, I opened my eyes. My face felt wet. I wiped my cheek and froze. My hand came away red. Not tears. Blood. My eyes had bled for her.
Then came a gentle knock.Three times.
“Knock, knock, knock.” Her giggle threaded through the air.
I clamped my palm across my mouth, breath sharp and shallow.
“Wanna play a game?” Her voice dropped low, stretching the words.
I stayed still. Silent.
Cold seeped into me, crawling over my skin. I shut my eyes again, desperate not to see.
“You forget,” she whispered in my ear, although the knob still rattled behind the door, “I am a ghost,2ojos tristes.”
Her touch slid along my arm, then up my neck, then across my face. My breath caught, strangled in my throat.
Her voice sang softly, her words twisting in my ear;
“Itsyyy, bitssyyy fingers creep,
While you hide, I’ll watch you sleep.”
Dust sifted down from the ceiling, sprinkling through my hair and onto my lashes. I did not dare move.
The door rattled again. Harder.
“If you open up and play,
I’ll only take your eyes away.”
Silence stretched. My chest locked tight.
“But if you don’t…” Then came three sharp taps, “…I’ll take the rest.”
I could hear her closer to me now.
Morena is here.
Her hands grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the end of the hallway, my body was pulled into a sitting position, and she turned my head to the right, where on the wall was a bigger mirror spreading from the bottom of the wall to the top, but still I didn’t dare to look.
“Open your eyes,” she whispered, “open them !” she screamed.
I tried to shut my eyes tighter, to block everything out, but the sound of footsteps dragged me back. I could hear a familiar, gentle voice from below.
“Matteo.”
Isabella.
Morena disappeared as if she’d never been there, and Isabella’s red hair caught the sunlight as she came towards me. The moment her eyes landed on mine, she hurried forward, wrapping her arms around me.
3“Tíotold me what happened,“ she breathed, kissing my cheek. “Are you okay?”
The sun lit her skin, her freckles burning brighter, and her green eyes felt so alive, too alive. And I couldn’t answer. Not about death. Not about anything. Instead, I claimed the only truth I wanted:her.
My mouth crushed hers, my tongue forcing past her lips. She gasped but didn’t pull away. She met me, twisting her tongue against mine, breath quickening, hungry for me. She pushed me back, guiding us into the nearest room. The door slammed shut, her back pressing against it, and I knew what was to come.
The towel slipped from my hips, leaving me bare before her. Her hand slid over my chest, tracing lower, until she wrapped her fingers around my already hard cock. A smile curved her lips as her thumb stroked lazily over the head, teasing, testing.
