"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you."
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*Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten*
Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers
One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax...
Celia walked mechanically the next day. She couldn't help but think about the dangerously handsome man, Apollo's brother.
It has been one of the oddest encounters she had ever had, yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but feel strange about that whole ordeal. When she walked away from him, she had expected some sort of relief that she was able to get away from the man that literary screamed danger, instead she felt instant regret.
His kiss had ignited something inside her and even though she was the type that overanalysed every little thing, it was a trait of her psychosynthesis, she could not make one coherent thought stay in her mind. All she could do was replay the scene over and over and over.
She went to class, spoke with her few friends and went home, her usual routine but this time she felt out of place. She could not explain why she suddenly felt that way but she knew it had everything to do with two deep blue eyes. Perhaps, the fact that a lot of women around town, such as Rachel and Mina, her only female friends, would not stop commenting on how gorgeous the specimen was had helped to throw her deeper into that situation.
The days went by and Celia slowly fell back into her usual routine. She dismissed all kinds of mischievous thoughts and focused on her assignments and her reading.
She hadn't dared to step foot on the bridge. She kept wondering what would happen if he went there again and found her. Would he kiss her again? And more importantly, would she let him?
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Ax looked up from the beaten up mini Cooper he had been working on when he heard someone call for him. He sighed in annoyance and moved away from the car. As he begun to walk towards the front of his shop, he noticed the figure of the woman that was calling his name.
She was tall and slender with long hair that was pulled tightly into a ponytail. She looked the same as she had the day he had seen her last, maybe even younger. Less haunted. An yet she still donned the same fake smile. Ax couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Marissa's expression.
As she spotted him the wolfish smile melted from her face. "Well, if it isn't the town's heartthrob." She greeted him. Her voice sounded like dripping honey, soft and smooth but to Ax's ears, it might as well have been razors against a chalkboard.
"Marissa." He replied coolly.
"Alexander, would it kill you to be a little warmer to an old friend? I came as soon as I heard you were out."
"Marissa, we are no longer friends, if we'd ever been." He reminded her but, of course, she chose to ignore his statement. He was not observing the beautiful blonde anymore, he found the action pointless. Instead, his attention was being held captive by a stain on his shirt, one that Ax was determined to glare at until it disappeared.
"Oh don't I know that? That night was a clear indication we are not friends." Marissa reached out and touched his bare, muscled arm, letting her nails drag on his flesh, marring it with red lines that graced his skin seconds after her nails trailed down his arm. "You've just been too goddamn stubborn since."
