Better Not Be Love

CHAPTER 28 - FIRE AND ICE

In the blink of an eye, it felt like an alarm clock had blasted off inside my mind, jolting me awake with a surge of electricity. Reacting swiftly and without a second thought, I yanked myself backwards, causing the couch to shift ever so slightly. The impact was inevitable as my head collided with the pillowy softness of the sofa, leaving me momentarily stunned and aghast. With a gasp, I tried to catch my breath, my eyes widening in sheer horror at the unexpected turn of events.

I sat there, frozen in disbelief, grappling with a whirlpool of emotions that threatened to consume me. The weight of remorse settled heavily upon my shoulders as I longed to express how sorry I truly was, yet the words failed to escape my lips. My impulsive action—that stolen kiss—had irreversibly altered the course of our relationship, a bond teetering on the cliff of destruction. Overwhelmed by panic, anxiety, guilt, and an underlying fear of losing him, my mind became a chaotic maze devoid of solace. The flood of sentiments swept over me in that moment as I found myself too afraid to meet Eugene's gaze, my tear-soaked eyes desperately seeking comfort from the ground beneath me.

In a moment that caught me completely off guard, a pair of hands delicately cupped my cheeks, their warmth gently lifting my head. As our eyes locked, I couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing intensity of his dark, shining brown eyes. A rush of curiosity washed over me as I noticed his dilated pupils, a sign of heightened desire or perhaps some external influence, but for the love of God, I couldn't remember what. It was as if every fiber of my being began to malfunction, even forgetting the most basic task of breathing. However, all confusion faded away when his soft, pale lips closed the lingering gap between us, connecting us in a moment that was impossible to resist.

I couldn't process the bewildering reality unfolding before my very eyes. Only when the tender seam of his tongue unexpectedly brushed against my lips did a jolt of awareness surge through me, awakening my dulled senses. In that surprising instant, it became undeniably clear: Eugene, of all people, was kissing me. And to my astonishment, this intimate gesture was entirely of his own accord.

My lips parted with anticipation, like they had a mind of their own, ready to yield to the irresistible pull of his touch. With each passing second, a magnetic force surged within me, awakening a fire that threatened to consume my every ounce of restraint. There was no room for butterflies in my stomach; instead, their existence seemed insignificant compared to the fiery inferno that enveloped me. I had experienced kisses before, but they felt like obligatory motions, lacking any genuine connection. Yet, in this moment with Eugene, it was as if we were becoming one, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance that left me craving for more.

Our tongues collided with a mix of passion and excitement, a dance as vibrant as fire and ice. The electric chemistry between us was palpable, wrapping us in a cloud of desire that flared up our senses. I was momentarily blinded by the fog created by our intoxicating connection, but it didn't matter. In that moment, I felt alive. As Eugene raised himself, his towering presence enveloped me, and I disintegrated into his contact. His hands, once on my cheek, now guided me with tender strength, adjusting me to his needs. It was an exhilarating, unforgettable moment of surrender.

While our lips locked in a passionate embrace, my hands too were not immobile. One hand impulsively grasped the collar of his hoodie, while the other ventured towards his tousled hair. His neglected locks, tangled and slightly coarse, failed to deter my longing fingers. Caressing my passions, I thrilled in the heavenly sensation, pulling at his hair with just the right amount of urgency as our kiss intensified. A delicate waltz of bodies ensued as his warmth poured into me, kindling an insatiable restlessness that consumed me entirely. The astounding connection sewed us together, overstepping the limits of mere physicality. I was exploring his mouth with such skill that I could have put 'Dora the Explorer' to shame.