Chapter 22. Implicit Signals

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"But, "making sure he saw it "we don't have anatomy classes. "The naivety did nothing but make me laugh, while his expression was one of total confusion.

"Exactly. "Bringing him closer to me, this time to kiss him.

His hands began to wrinkle the fabric of my t-shirt in the descent of him, while I took care not to part our lips.

He held his waist to mine for when his hands were massaging my chest, making me shudder, until they repositioned on my neck. I felt intoxicated and was seriously considering not taking him away from me for the hours that remained to him in the day in order to continue feeling his fingers slide into the hair in that area.

During all the time that I was immersed in my research, I had not managed to spend time with one of the most important people to me, and I regret that, only until that moment, I have realized my big mistake.

In one of the opportunities in which he tried to take a breath, I half opened my eyes to notice the pink tone of his cheeks and how his breathing showed the intensity of our interaction, which he did not intend to stop. I took advantage of his need for air to make my way into his mouth, and now our need to breathe was genuine, and the fabric that impeded closer physical contact was beginning to get in the way.

His lips were incredibly addictive; his voice, which was restrained from making even more noise than that of the rush of not having enough air, let out one or another whimper that only encouraged me to continue, while I possessed her tongue. The warmth of his breath hitting my cheeks made me wish that spring would never end, as his nose tickled slightly as it brushed against mine.

Feeling so full and happy with someone would not be possible if it weren't for him; I think that's how gratitude should feel.

When we finally parted ways, for what seemed like a few seconds, I brought him close to my chest to place a kiss on his forehead, so that he would then nestle his face in the space of my collarbone, staying like that for a few more moments.

We waited a bit for our breathing to normalize and our skin tone to return to normal before we left.

"What are you laughing at? "We were already on the way to the dorms, holding hands.

"I still find it incredible that we are together "smiling at me. I was infinitely happy to be with him, but wanted to tease him a bit.

"And this is good? "However, I got the opposite effect.

He stopped his advance and stepped in front of me. For a moment I thought I made him uncomfortable, but his warm gaze returned my soul to my body.

"It's the best thing that happened to me. "Securing his hand to mine.

I wasn't sure what expression he was wearing, but my face burned too hot to be the same color as before. He just gave me a triumphant smile; he had caught me off guard.

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It was just that night when strange behavior was reported near a suburban area, famous for being full of bars and night spots of all kinds. Apparently, several people had been behaving strangely after having one of the many drinks in one of the bars served there, which turned them into some kind of zombie. Although one of the notes was the one that alarmed me the most.

'Seriously, I don't know what happened. They thought it was intoxication, but I drank the same drink as him and nothing happened to me. Also, the way he behaved it was as if he had no control of himself ... he was too drunk, but I think I saw something come out of his mouth when I thought he had fallen drunk, never to go back to stand up ... '

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