Page 50 of Kings of Desire
‘Ok. I’ll have Alfred take you to the new apartment tomorrow.’
‘To the new apartment!?’ I thought he meant he’ll cover the rent for that apartment I currently live in.
‘It’s at the base of the Hills, but I’ll ask him if we have anything closer.’
Ferris was just counting the green houses on his monopoly board and chose Boardwalk for me.
‘In the Hills!? I can’t live here, it’s too expensive.’
I didn’t realize that we were on a budget,’ he smiled, rolling the dice for a final time, and deciding on the winner. ‘I don’t keep track of expenses, especially not with the people close to me,’he struck a match and lit a few candles on the table next to him, letting the flames dance in the darkness of his eyes.
A wolf in sheep’s clothes, and I knew it from the instant I entered his world a day ago...
and still, an invisible power was subduing me to be his little lamb.
‘Wine?’ He asked, taking an old bottle from a collector’s shelf and removing its cork.
At least he was asking, and not commanding like Brax the other day.
I know that I don’t usually drink, but tonight, I felt that I need the wine he was offering. I needed to drift off for a second, escaping reality, and he was a master when it came to that. He had his world, his safe place, and I yearned to join him in there.
‘Yes, please,’ I nodded, taking a few paces closer to him.
With Ferris, I couldn’t premeditate my moves, and the funny thing was that I didn’t feel the need to. Everything was natural, fluid like the red liquid swishing in our glasses.
‘Tell me, what should we toast to?’ He handed me the drink, searching my eyes for an answer.
There was no room for street-smart responses when it came to him. He only wanted to see what I was thinking while I was even more clueless than him. For me the toast was for a new beginning, with ups and downs, trying to get over the things that needed to be done, and focusing on the joy of getting reunited with my loved ones.
‘It’s complicated, I don’t even know what to say,’ I wasn’t lying to him, but I wasn’t telling the whole truth either.
‘How about for you sleeping in my arms tonight,’ he knew all the right words that needed to be spoken, and he didn’t waste a chance to use them.
‘You don’t have to charm me, we already made the deal,’ I didn’t want it to sound offensive, but it came out just like being that. ‘I’m sorry, I say the stupidest things when I’m stressed.’
He looked displeased with my observation, and I didn’t expect him to be different, though, once more, he managed to surprise me. His hand slipped on the small of my back, pulling me to his chest, so close that our eyes were drowning into one another.
‘Do I make you feel stressed?’ He pushed a few wayward curls off from my face and leaned his head millimeters away from our lips to touch. ‘Do I?’ He asked again, this time the movement of his mouth making it brush over mine in an agonizingly delicious gesture.
‘Just a little,’ I answered, joining our lips, stopping the world around us. The room started spinning and there we were, trapped in a loop of time, lost in small unhurried kisses.
One...two.. maybe a hundred times out lips merged before our tongues met, discovering one another all over again. It was as magical as the sparkles dancing in the chimney, and as dangerous as the fire beneath them.
His lips so warm, so welcoming, while his palms slowly glided down on my waist, removing my shirt from the hems of my skirt so that he could make room beneath it. Electric tingles lived in the tips of his fingers, moving on my skin and turning my body into the lights that twinkle while hiding in the Christmas tree. I was numbed and alive at the same time, lost in his spell, and dreaming of the place his fingers will get to pamper next. Higher and higher they advanced until they found the base of my chest then gradually slipped underneath my bra. That piece of material seemed useless in these seconds, and for that first time, I was waiting for the moment to get rid of it. Though before he got to dispose of my burden, his kisses lost their intensity with lightning speed until his lips drifted away from mine and his palms fall back from underneath my shirt.
‘I need to step outside for a second,’ he stormed out the balcony door, letting the tempest of the wind in.
I was confused, but he had a gift of making me feel exactly that way, yet, it felt wrong leaving him alone, so I followed, hoping to get some answers for the sudden change of heart.
‘Are you ok?’
‘Yes, I just needed a smoke,’ he lit himself a cigarette, although I knew that he was lying.
‘It’s cold outside, put something on.’
‘You’re the one to talk. You’re in a tank top.’
‘I guess you’re right, but go and put a blanket on.’
