Cyan's POV
As soon as we are behind closed doors, Luca lets go of my arm and grabs me by the waist instead, pulling me close. The thin material of my bikini and his top is the only thing between us as he brings my chin up with his finger and he leans down, his lips engulfing mine in a long hard needy kiss which leaves us both wanting for more and gasping for air only a minute later.
He speaks first, "Does - that - this - ..." He trails off and releases me running a hand through his hair. "Does this feel like I would go with some other random girl right after?" He sounds genuinely frustrated that I would think that.
I feel like a child being told off and I shake my head no. He was right. Part of me knew that it was unlikely. But the logical part of me also knew how men were. "I guess not. But you are a guy..." I try to explain. I knew it sounded unfair but I had gone through this once.
Luca turns back to me. I am no longer trying to act neutral and I know he can see the uncertainty and past scars but I don't attempt to hide it. I had to make him understand that a one night stand is all this would ever be if we did anything.
He closes the distance and threads his fingers with mine, leading me to a table in the middle. With his big hands on my waist, he lifts me onto it and places himself in-between my legs. We are now eye to eye and my legs are dangling on either side of him.
"Cyan." His voice is soft and I brace myself for his pity. Instead, he points at the painting on the surfboard of the girl which I had noticed the first time he had brought me in here. Her green eyes had specs of blue in them similar to Luca's and realization dawns. That must be his sister. "That's Celia." He whispers. The pain I can relate to but don't understand settles in his eyes as he looks straight into mine. "Yes - I've been around a lot the past couple of years. But I had a little sister too you know - and I know to treat other girls how I'd want her to be treated. Every time I went with any girl I made it clear that it was just for the sex. I am not a player and I don't play with anyone's feelings or lead them on in any way." He sounds a little angry at the thought and I bite my lip.
"I know - deep down i do..... But - Luca - that's what every guy says..." I try to explain. I know it's not his fault I'm scarred but I am. I was messed up and I knew it. My trust was at nil and my walls were too tall for most to surpass. It was my biggest flaw.
He sighs and nods, "I know. I get it...But last night - after I left you. I did NOT go to another girl. I-I wouldn't do that to- " He stops himself from saying more but his unspoken words linger in the air. We both knew the connection was there but it was so wrong. However, after last night, I felt like I was the only one resisting it.
"So what did you do then?" I ask, shrugging. Maybe Luca and I couldn't have anything but I wanted to trust him. He was the first guy I'd found myself wanting to trust in a long time.
His fingers climb up off of the table where they had been resting and onto my bare hips, making me realise how exposed I was once again. I reach back for my loose hair and drape it over my front using it to cover myself up. It was a habit I'd become used to and one of the perks of my long hair. Luca looks at me questioningly, even though his eyes had been on mine and not on my body. I just blush and shrug.
"I was trying to forget..."He whispers his initial thought but doesn't finish it. His hands clenched tighter on my hips and he pulls me a little closer before answering. His head rests on mine and his eyes flutter closed as he tries to calm himself. I take the chance to inspect his facial features and my heart skips a beat as my eyes linger on his lips.
I really wanted to kiss him again....
Finally his eyes open once more, "I was trying to forget your touch and your body and your voice...." He curses as his hold gets even tighter and I feel the heat oozing out of him - the same need I feel making it hard for him to remember without wanting to touch me - kiss me....
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Between Two Fires
RomanceCyan Celeste is an average 20 year old girl. She has lived in the UK in a small town called Ballintoy and has only left her small town life a couple of times to visit her dads side of the family in Spain. When her relationship gets ripped to shreds...
