If my touches weren’t for you, they wouldn’t make you melt. If my kisses weren’t for you, they wouldn’t make you submit. You desire me. Burningly. I see it and I know it. Therefore, you could never be in love with someone else.”
He brushed his lips most gently against mine and, sighing, I closed my eyes and parted my lips, waiting for his tongue to slip inside. But he didn’t enter. Drunk on desire, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. “Stop fighting, Axia, and give me you.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I whispered.
“How so?”
Because I don’t know what a normal relationship is like. Because I don’t know how to be a normal girl. Because I’m scared. Because I don’t want to. Because you might break me down. Because there is a lot of ‘because’. “Because … I don’t remember how…”
“Let me show you.”
“But I don’t want to…”
“ Why ?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Two maids came out with our breakfast just then, but neither of us paid them any attention. With nimble hands they arranged the food on the table and were gone as soon as they came.
“Love … I just don’t want to, okay? Would you stop pressuring me, please? I can’t … I can’t take it anymore.”
Lovello sighed and sat back in his chair, resigned. “Okay, fine. Well, let’s talk as friends then. Tell me, what is it that makes you so reluctant?”
Surrounding my ensuing silence was the soft cooing of the wind and the ruffling of tree leaves. A nimiety of tiny yellow butterflies fluttered about in the garden, and on the wind traveled the distant chirping of the birds. I’d forgotten how much I used to love sitting out on this patio with my mother. And when Zane came over, we’d take blankets and wander down to the far corner of the backyard behind the gazebo, laying in the grass talking about and doing things that a normal young couple shouldn’t. This home held a lot of memories and I’d never felt more peace anywhere than I felt here.
In contemplation of answering Lovello’s question, I closed my eyes. “I don’t know. I just don’t want anyone. I like my own way, you like your own way, it just wouldn’t work.”
Lovello revealed a slow, sexy smile. “That’s easy to solve. In the end, I’d be the one getting my way. And you’d be the one submitting.”
“Ha! Never going to happen!”
“I wasn’t asking you to marry me, you know. Believe me, that’s not my scene. I just thought we could have some dirty fun,” he said laughing.
“Lovello, I’m not dating you. I’m not sleeping with you. I’m not doing anything with you. Got it?”
He held his hands up in surrender. “And I said fine. As much as I want you, this chase is tiring. So I won’t ask you anymore. But I hope we can at least be friends.”
I was wary of his easy resignation. A minute ago he was all about the ‘soul’ and the ‘flesh’, and now, with only two denials, he was stepping down from the podium, hands in surrender? Either I didn’t trust him, or I was disappointed that he’d resigned. “Oh, not the old ‘let’s be friends’ trick, where later down the line you try to seduce me?” There was hope in that question.
Lovello chortled. “No. I’m serious. I won’t pester you anymore. But being friends means I get to be around you and converse with you, sans you shouting or fighting at me … unless you want to shout and fight with me in a different kinda way…”
“I don’t trust you.”
“What don’t you trust?” He freed my ankles from the chair legs, and I suddenly felt bereft. “See? Hands free. Trust me now?”
It was rather conflicting and frustrating that I didn’t want him, yet I liked having him so close to me, touching me, seducing me. Suffering the urgent need to feel contact with his body again, I awkwardly let my hand rest on his jeans-covered knee, moving my thumb back and forth. “Yes.”
Albeit showing a slight frown, he didn’t comment on my
He brushed his lips most gently against mine and, sighing, I closed my eyes and parted my lips, waiting for his tongue to slip inside. But he didn’t enter. Drunk on desire, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. “Stop fighting, Axia, and give me you.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I whispered.
“How so?”
Because I don’t know what a normal relationship is like. Because I don’t know how to be a normal girl. Because I’m scared. Because I don’t want to. Because you might break me down. Because there is a lot of ‘because’. “Because … I don’t remember how…”
“Let me show you.”
“But I don’t want to…”
“ Why ?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Two maids came out with our breakfast just then, but neither of us paid them any attention. With nimble hands they arranged the food on the table and were gone as soon as they came.
“Love … I just don’t want to, okay? Would you stop pressuring me, please? I can’t … I can’t take it anymore.”
Lovello sighed and sat back in his chair, resigned. “Okay, fine. Well, let’s talk as friends then. Tell me, what is it that makes you so reluctant?”
Surrounding my ensuing silence was the soft cooing of the wind and the ruffling of tree leaves. A nimiety of tiny yellow butterflies fluttered about in the garden, and on the wind traveled the distant chirping of the birds. I’d forgotten how much I used to love sitting out on this patio with my mother. And when Zane came over, we’d take blankets and wander down to the far corner of the backyard behind the gazebo, laying in the grass talking about and doing things that a normal young couple shouldn’t. This home held a lot of memories and I’d never felt more peace anywhere than I felt here.
In contemplation of answering Lovello’s question, I closed my eyes. “I don’t know. I just don’t want anyone. I like my own way, you like your own way, it just wouldn’t work.”
Lovello revealed a slow, sexy smile. “That’s easy to solve. In the end, I’d be the one getting my way. And you’d be the one submitting.”
“Ha! Never going to happen!”
“I wasn’t asking you to marry me, you know. Believe me, that’s not my scene. I just thought we could have some dirty fun,” he said laughing.
“Lovello, I’m not dating you. I’m not sleeping with you. I’m not doing anything with you. Got it?”
He held his hands up in surrender. “And I said fine. As much as I want you, this chase is tiring. So I won’t ask you anymore. But I hope we can at least be friends.”
I was wary of his easy resignation. A minute ago he was all about the ‘soul’ and the ‘flesh’, and now, with only two denials, he was stepping down from the podium, hands in surrender? Either I didn’t trust him, or I was disappointed that he’d resigned. “Oh, not the old ‘let’s be friends’ trick, where later down the line you try to seduce me?” There was hope in that question.
Lovello chortled. “No. I’m serious. I won’t pester you anymore. But being friends means I get to be around you and converse with you, sans you shouting or fighting at me … unless you want to shout and fight with me in a different kinda way…”
“I don’t trust you.”
“What don’t you trust?” He freed my ankles from the chair legs, and I suddenly felt bereft. “See? Hands free. Trust me now?”
It was rather conflicting and frustrating that I didn’t want him, yet I liked having him so close to me, touching me, seducing me. Suffering the urgent need to feel contact with his body again, I awkwardly let my hand rest on his jeans-covered knee, moving my thumb back and forth. “Yes.”
Albeit showing a slight frown, he didn’t comment on my
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