(Karsten)
Sothing was reassuring about Arata that made it right to just talk to her and confess. My secrets ca tumbling out–the ones I had never spilt before.
Could it be the fact that she had trusted first? Opened up to about her identity, ca to my house and then to my room.
The secret I had kept buried for so long ca tumbling out, and before I knew it, we were discussing our private lives.
Why was she hell-bent on making find love?
Didn’t that stupid love she so vehently believed in, leave her emotionally broken?
Didn’t it leave my mother in shambles?
Everywhere I glanced, I found people suffering from broken hearts, cheating partners and infidelity.
I saw the tears shimr in her eyes when I asked her about her ex-fiancé. Murder scread in my brain. I was going to hunt down that piece of trash and make him suffer for ever hurting her.
For a man who kept claiming I didn’t believe in love, this girl was infiltrating my heart like a spy, with the task of stealing. I wasn’t even realising what was happening to .
The words I was saying to her felt empty to —they were more like self-assurances that I would not fall in love with her.
That it was just physical—the only lustful attraction I had for her.
And yet when I grabbed her oval face with skin so smooth like holding a red rose. I felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing beco irregular. The smooth edges of her neck seed so inviting, making the need arise to place my lips on it and suck.
Her lips dipped to mine when I told her my thod was better. I knew she was affected by this version of as well.
She didn’t realise it, but her body had beco attuned to ; it recognised my touch in both my personalities.
So when I leaned in and claid her lips, she didn’t push back but welcod with a desirous whine that was buried in my mouth.
My hands shifted to her elaborate hairdo, fisting them, pulling her head back so I could ram my tongue inside her burning needy mouth.
Her hands flew to my neck, holding it tightly as she opened her mouth and welcod .
In a consuming earnest, a delirious desire and a fiery need.
An unquenchable thirst had embedded itself inside of us, and the more we kissed, the more intense it beca. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and my hand went to the sofa’s armrest for support, or I would have landed on top of her.
I let her hair go, her hairstyle, which I was sure Asbela took her sweet ti to make, was left in a ss. My hand slipped to her right leg, and I gently rubbed over the silken cloth, testing her to see how much she wished to open up to .
She didn’t push away; she just focused on enjoying the feeling of our conjoined lips. My hand continued its wandering movents while her hips grounded against the sofa and she frustratedly whimpered inside my mouth.
I understood she had no qualms about stopping and I had no reason to. My hand lingered on her smooth thigh and I gently squeezed as she pulled further over herself.
Tenderness welcod , mixed with the softness that her whole body seed to possess. There were no bones to poke , just pure delicacy as if I had been buried in the comforting cotton.
Before I could spread her legs and adjust my body over her my damn phone rang in full volu, making her snatch her mouth away from mine.
"Joder! (Fuck)" I cursed in Spanish as the phone kept ringing breaking this precious mont between us.
Flushed and embarrassed she watched with her half-lidded eyes. My mber strained so painfully that I wanted to hurl my phone away and just focus on this delicate woman beneath .
"Take it," she quietly said, not trying to sound disappointed and mortified at the sa ti.
I had to lift myself off her, severing the contact which made my body scream. It craved that rich softness that only Arata possessed.
Advancing to my table, I picked up my screaming phone and saw it was Olphi. Swiping on the screen I received his call.
"Sir! Sorry to bother you so late but the result ca back on the number you gave . It was a burner but we checked the serial number according to purchase and narrowed down the area from where it might have been bought. We are working on it and will soon have another update."
At least there was so good news on this.
"Fine, keep posted and pick up the pace," I ordered, before ending the call and turning my body to face Arata.
Disappointnt buried like an avalanche does to a valley below. She had stood up and straightened her gown. Giving a sheepish grin with her cheeks resembling rubies.
She said, "I should get so sleep...tomorrow is a busy day."
Fumbling with her hair, she tried to smoothen it, tugging it behind her crimson ear she murmured again.
"I have fulfilled my bet and I think you are satisfied."
Taking long strides, I reached her before she would run away. She watched stride towards her; the shyness intensified as I neared her and extended my hand towards her dishevelled hair.
Slowly I began to take out the hair pins and beads holding her beautiful hair hostage. She needed no hair accessories, they were gorgeous the way they were.
She only watched with a coy expression but didn’t move or say anything until all of her hair was free.
Picking them up I slowly spread them on her shoulder, feeling the lustrous strands in my hand.
Then I lowered my lips, placed a tender kiss on her forehead and whispered.
"Good night, Arata. Your hair looks better this way; keep it like this."
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