INFINITO E OLTRE (IN ENGLISH)

Chapter 11

She is wearing a black skin tight leotard and skirt.

Fuck me if that is not doing things to me.

Her blonde hair is in a bun which looks better kept open. But I am not complaining. Her slender swan like neck is glistening in sweat, giving me a perfect view.

"Cazzo!" I cuss, closing my eyes to control myself. She is just a girl. Nothing else.

(Fuck!)

When I open them again she is at the corner of the stage, so into her performance that she does not realise she is about fall.

I run towards the stage, hurriedly getting on it and going to her. She closes her eyes, maybe preparing herself for the fall but I get to her before that can happen. Wrapping my arms around her back firmly, I yank her upwards. She is so beautiful even with her eyes closed but I really want her to open her eyes. As if on que she opens an eye slowly, looking at me with a frown, like she can not believe it is me. Then she opens the other eye immediately, roaming them around my face. Only then do I see the tears flowing from her eyes and down her cheeks.

Fuck!

She looks damn cute like this; with her red-rimmed eyes, puffy eyes and cheeks, heavy eyelids, cheeks and that cute button nose of hers red from crying, and quivering pink lips. Those unshed tears in her eyes... I want to kiss them away and trail my tongue down the stains on her soft cheeks, making sure not a drop is left when I am done with her.

Did I just say cute?

What are you doing to me Angel?

Still hating the tears in her beautiful eyes, I wipe them off of her cheeks with the pad of my thumbs, my orbs boring into hers, surprised when she leans into my touch.

What is it about this girl that pulls me so much to her? I have never experienced something like this and I am not just talking about the physical attraction. Yes, that is there but there is something more too which I can not point my finger now. The only thing confirmed is that she intrigues me like no one, piqued my interest on the first glance and I hardly ever get interested after all that I have already seen.

She is different. I just have to figure out which type. Good or bad.

There is an inch of distance between our lips, her breathe fanning over mine and my eyes hard on hers, wanting to know who she really is. Just a girl who does not care about her safety and helps strangers, without even knowing their name or there is something else to her she is trying to hide from the world under the layers of her innocence. No matter what it takes, I will unravel her layer by layer, tasting her forbidden innocence and getting to the core of her existence unless she is fully bare to me in every sense of the word.

She breaks my thoughts by placing her lips on mine, not moving, just stays still, letting me feel her softness.

What the fuck is she doing?

But she pulls back fast, leaving me shocked, not giving me time to kiss back and looks back up at me. She tentatively places her hand on my left bicep, moving her fingers on my suit jacket and feeling me up. Her eyes suddenly meet mine in what seems like realisation. "You are real." She whispers, her already big eyes now looking like saucers.