Darkest Desires

Chapter 12

"I'm tired." He says and i finally look up to see sad eyes straring back at me. It's a look i've never seen on him before, raw emotion. An emotion i know all too well; pain. I realise there's another reason he's asking me about my parents. I feel like he needs to speak about it, for some reason, i know he needs this.

"They died a few years ago." I whisper, going back to dressing his wound with a bandage.

"You miss them?" He asks

I release a heavy breath, "Everyday."

I still feel his eyes on me, i take a quick look up at him, i can feel he's struggling with something. He wants to release whatever pain is holding him captive, but he's fighting it too.

"Why'd you want to cook lasagna tonight?" I ask him softly, holding his bandaged hand in my own up to my chest, not wanting to let go. Scared, that if i let go, his walls will come back up and he'll just insult me again.

Not that I'm afraid of his insults, I'm tougher than that. I'm just.... Tired. We've argued enough these last few days.

His breathing grows slightly heavy when i brush back a strand of hair that had fallen on his face. He shuts his eyes for a moment, before i ask another question, "Who's Alessio?" I whisper.

His eyes open and stare into mine, "My little brother." Barely in an audible whisper.

I nod in understandng, "You miss him?"

"Everyday."

We stand there just looking each other, searching each other's eyes. We may hate each other, but right now, we're the only ones who can undersatnd what the other one is feeling. I know the look in his eyes all too well and he knows mine too.

It's as if we're seeing and reading each other for the first time. Lorenzo's just like me; broken. He's human after all.

"You want to talk about it?" I ask and he shakes his head in refusal, not once removing his eyes on mine. I nod in response, and he inches closer to me. So close that our noses touch and his breath fans my face.

My breath hitches in anticipation. There's a mixture of so many emotions in the room right now and i don't know what to do about it. There's this looming feeling of mutual pain, mutual understanding and mutual... desire?

His eyes dart back and forth from my own to my lips. He swallows, "Aren"t you going to stop me?" he whispers as he inches closer.

I shake me head, "No." i whisper back.

His lips are on mine the next second. The kiss is.... soft, like he's scared if he goes all in i might push him away. I should, but i can't, I won't. I lean in further into him to deepen it.To show him I want this.

He takes his hand from mine and pulls me flushed into him, wrapping his arms around my waist as my hands find the back of his neck.

The kiss deepens and my guard falls completely. It's not rushed and it's no longer soft.

This is what butterflies must feel like.

His tongue finds my mouth and i groan, the kiss shifts from something slow and meaningful to desperate hunger and desire. He pulls me closer and i feel him growing harder and i grow hottter and wetter.

He finally pulls back after minutes of just kissing and holding on to each other like our lives depended on it. He rests his forehead on top of mine and groans, "I don't think i can take you leaving me hanging and having to use my right hand again." He jokes.

i smirk and pull him back into another kiss. After another minute he bends, putting his other hand under my knees to carry me bridal style. My arms wrap around his neck and our eyes lock, "If you have any doubts about this, tell me now because once i carry you up those stairs, I am making you mine Aurora."