What would you do if what you dreaded most became your unyielding coveted desire?
We kiss and all I can think about is him taking me right here right now! It's like he was reading my mind. He grabs my ass with both hands before he grabs the top of m...
My eyes flutter open to Axle's arms cradling my body, dressing me, lifting me up and carrying me to the deck to eat breakfast.
We eat in a comfortable silence enjoying each other's company and the astonishing view.
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The hues of pink, orange and purple dance in the sky giving it a warm glow causing my lips to curl at the sight. Even the water has copied the sky's mesmerizing luminosity.
After we've completed our meal, he places a gentle kiss on my lips, feeling the magnetizing pull in my core, our lips crash, molding to each others but he pulls away, "Let's go home Kitten."
The car ride home was much too fast, I snuggled up next to him, his arm draped around my waist, relishing every sensations, knowing this may all go away after today.
Feeling ever so comfortable in his arm, I regretfully nap, time zoomed by before we arrived at my apartment. I peel my eyes apart, Axle coming into focus, warmth butterflies in my chest, his lips meet mine causing a surge of electricity to roll through my veins.
How I've become accustomed to this feeling; I dread having to live without it.
"I'll see you tonight Chloe. What time is best for you?"
I check my phone for the time, it's quite early, "How about 6 pm?"
"It's not soon enough but it will have to do," he rasps before another gentle kiss is bestowed on my yearning lips.
He gets out of the car extending his hand to help me out, my heart swoons at his chivalry. He grabs my bag from the trunk attempting to help me upstairs, "I got it Axle. Thank you but I have a few things to do before dinner tonight and if you walk me upstairs I'm afraid poor Leo will be waiting hours before you emerge again," I giggle watching his chest rise and fall as he chuckles.
"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," Natalia drips with lust; I shoo her away, back to her room. I watch as his car disappears in the sea of automobiles before I jet upstairs, drop off my things, take note of everything needed for tonight, dashing off to the supermarket.
I concluded my mother's lasagna and homemade apple pie is best suited for tonight, my mother's recipes. Thinking of how we used to cook it together brings the edges of my lips to curl into a Cheshire grin.
I miss her so much. How I wish she were here just to be able to see her beautiful smile. Her smile could lighten your day even on your darkest day. I wish I could talk to her again. Tell her everything that's going on and ask for her motherly advise.
I feel my eyes begin to water at the thought of her. I quickly brush my eyes to stop the waterworks from flowing as I enter my apartment with the groceries for our dinner.
I begin the process of multitasking, boiling water, browning the turkey meat, peeling and slicing apples as I reminisce about my mother and all of the wonderful memories of us cooking this exact meal.
