Page 85 of Poetry of Flowers

“So impatient, Kidd.” She only pulled away for a moment.

Her hair felt like silk over my hand. A few years back, she let me do her hair each morning before school because she didn’t feel like styling it or even brushing it. It hadn’t taken me long to research how to braid or how to do a bun.

My lips moved away from her mouth to her cheek and down again towards her jaw. Tillie leaned her head back and quietly moaned my name.

Her voice saying my name like a prayer was the best thing I had heard in my entire life. It sounded even better in reality than in my dreams.

Tillie’s hand caressed my neck, holding me down as I kissed her throat. She moved in a slow rhythm with my lips and body.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, and I chuckled against her skin.

“There is nothing in life you could ever do wrong in my eyes.” Her fingers are now drawing little circles on my scalp. I wish this moment could last forever.

“Be careful what you say and do, or I might turn you into a poem,” she whispered, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Would you let me read it, Fleur? The muse should always read first what been written about him.”

I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her skin against my tongue. For some reason, she tastes sweet, like sugar.

“Mmh… I mean, you never let me read your songs.”

I stopped the moment the words leave her mouth and pulled back, only to see the big fat grin on her face.

The maroon color had transferred onto my lips, and her cheek and her neck were covered in kiss marks. It was foolish of me to believe there was nothing in this world that could make her look even more attractive.

Seeing where I had kissed her proved me wrong.

“Can you get your lipstick?” She looked a bit confused.

I swiped my thumb over her lips and showed it to her, nothing came off anymore. I wanted her to leave marks on me where her hot lips touched my skin.

The girl in front of me grinned mischievously, walked over to her bag, unzipped it and pulled out her little makeup bag.

“You like the color?”

“It has been my favorite color since I first saw it on you,” I answered, making her cheeks turn red.

Caitlin had a heart-shaped mirror hanging on the wall beside the door, where Tillie applied lipstick perfectly. It made no sense because her entire face was already smudged all over. She closed the lid on the lipstick and turned around to me after placing it on the chest of drawers.

“You left a pretty mess in my face, Minnie.”

We used to watch Mickey Mouse cartoons every morning after our sleepovers since we were four years old. Minnie always left a lipstick mark on Mickey’s face.

I held the girl I loved against my chest.

“Be my Minnie now?”

She made a face like she was thinking. “Are you going to take your shirt off? The red color would surely look good on there too.”

Grinning, I took a step back and pulled my shirt over my head.

“Should I take the necklace off too?” I asked her, holding the forget-me-not and the rosary in my hand, but Tillie shook her head.

“No, leave them on, I love you with jewelry.” Her eyes didn’t leave my chest while she spoke.

I smirked and leaned against the empty wall behind me, crossing my arms over my chest to tease her. “You like the view?”

Tillie came closer and traced my muscles with her index finger. She placed a kiss right under my collar bone.

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