[This is where the lemony goodness will start. You are forewarned.]
He sat on the couch, gripping his hair. His face was hidden behind his overgrown hair, and his knuckles were white with how tightly he gripped at his own hair. Silently moving to him, I put my hand on his elbows, making him jump.
"You caught off guard," he whispered. He gulped a lump in his throat as he stared. "You're so beautiful," his hushed tone sent a chill up my spine.
"I know," I told him. There was no smugness in my voice. I just conceded to what he said, because that was what his words made feel.
"Do you want to go out for a smoke?" I shook my head.
"How did the call go?" I asked him. His eyes widened and panic flashed in his eyes. "You can't hide anything from anymore. Did you know that?" his pained eyes turned to .
"You read because I want you to read . I would have it no other way."
"That is so unlike you, Michael."
"Tell , Mia. Will I always remain Michael to you? My dead best friend?" So, that was the source of worry. He offered every part of himself, and now he was scared that I like the part of him that he thought didn't exist.
"You're sort of cute when you are insecure and almost catatonic," I teased. He gave a glare, almost and went back to gripping his hair. My hands slipped from his elbows to gently circle over his knuckles. I gently untangled them from his hand and brought it to my hands. I traced the zigzag of patterns in his palms. He shuddered as I did so. I peeked at him, curiously and found him giving a serene look.
"You don't believe , do you?" he said suddenly. Stricken, I moved away.
I did.
I did believe that he loved .
I was sure that it was what he was referring to.
"I know. I understand," I assured him. "I have no other option than to believe ... it just took a little ti."
"But that's not how it should be. I would want you to throw yourself into my arms and trust to catch you. I would want you to kiss first and show everyone that I'm yours," he sighed in exasperation.
"What is this about?" I asked him, confused. "I always thought that n asked won to be their possession. Do you not have the need to possess ?"
"I want to consu you, Mia. I do. I want to overpower you and make you mine, but not at the cost that you do not feel the sa for ."He rolled his shoulders and then stood up.
"That is a fascinating concept, but I don't think that is how it works," I told him in a soft voice. His head turned to mine. His stance changed. A slow smile spread across his lips as he turned fully to face .
"Ask to show you," he challenged. "I want to show you," it was the most pleasurable proposal soone had given .
"Let devour you," he took one step towards . I took two backward.
"Let worship every cell in your body and light them on fire." Another step back.
"Let show you that love is just as violent as shooting a gun."
"Let show you that the bullet is what you love. You love , Mia." I breathed. I tried desperately to shake my head and say no. At least I didn't say yes.
"Kiss ," he demanded. This ti, I shook my head. "Kiss ." I jerked upright. I sucked in a breath and then let myself go.
Two steps forward. One more.
My hands found his face. His eyes burned as they stared right back at . He licked his lips, his eyes flickering to my lips. I inched onto my toes and then kissed his neck.
His chin.
His jaw.
The corner of his lips.
I gave him a quick lick.
He leaned in, but I pulled back.
"You asked ..." I breathed out. "Now let ," I demanded.
His lips parted as he conceded. His Adam's apple bobbed as he waited.
Anticipation, I realized, made the mont sweeter than anything I had ever experienced. He was right... every cell in my body was blazing hotter than the sun, and he just stood there. He had made one small attempt to get closer, but nothing else.
"What are you capable of?" I asked, knowing the answer well. "What can you do to ?" I wish I could keep the amusent out of my voice. I parted my mouth slowly and then pressed our mouths together. My hands found his hair. I pulled his head back and then kissed him harder, pressing forward until we were stumbling onto the couch.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"To see?" he nodded. "Yes," I gulped. "Show ." All signs of teasing vanished. His hands gripped my waist as he kissed . He was slow and deliberate. He pulled a hand away from my waist and brought it to my neck.
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