Marilyn Harrison (six years ago)
I think I am nesting a whole family of butterflies in my stomach, especially because of a guy who I claimed to hate.
After Cara served us our food, we talked a bit while eating even though I did most of the talking while he listened. He is probably the very first person to listen to all my blubbering with so much attention. Even my parents, who love me enough to buy me a literal star, never paid any attention to my non-stop talking.
I am always the gullible person who speaks the most weird shit. And almost every time people tune me out after hearing two or three sentences. But Ridge didn't.
Who is this man, again?
When we were done with it, Ridge suggested going for a walk on the beach. The beach was empty except for one or two people and with every hour the surrounding was getting quieter, the parties were slowly dissolving.
But this absurd curiosity in me to go with him is at it's peak. What if he is a serial killer who has this unique skills to make women hate him first and then show how incredibly good he is? Like a walking Greek fucking god.
Focus Mara.
This is not a good idea, I don't even know him except his name and that he is from London. That's more than enough right? Right.
"Sure" I grinned.
“You are really quiet, aren't you?” I asked him, looking up at him while walking beside him. He was so tall, and his cheekbones were sharp, his lips are full, and with a perfect nose. God, this man is the definition of exquisiteness. I look a little down at his broad shoulder, and his arms were—
“You are doing that staring thing again.” He said before I could complete my thoughts, “And clean your mouth your drooling.”
Unconsciously I touched my lips, and my eyes went wide as I facepalm in my mind. “I am not doing anything,” I said immediately.
“You are. You are looking at me like you want to devour me. And guess what?” He asked, bending a little to come to a same level “I volunteer as tribune.” He gave me a full-blown smile, his eyes were closed and two tiny dimples were out on each side. And my mind as if paused at the scene, he was indeed beautiful. Noticing my stare, his smile fades and his eyes turn into dark features filling with something else, lust. “Stop looking at me like that Mara, if you have no intention of getting fucked on this open beach.” He growled at me.
I came back from whatever fantasy I went into, trying to not react to what he just said. “I'd rather stare at a blobfish than hurt my eyes looking at you,” I said, ignoring his last comment and walking faster leaving him behind.
“Is it now? Come here and say it again.” He called to me and without turning I knew that he was smiling.
After a minute or two he caught up with me and when I looked up at his face there was a small smile, “you are cute when you smile, you should smile often,” I speak out even before I could stop myself. My mouth does have it's own brain. But I am not wrong either, his face does look much more staring-friendly now that he is not frowning.
“Don't call me cute,” he said, turning his face into a void of emotions. What's up with man and hating to be called cute? Just take the compliment, dude.
“Okay, you are a fruit,” I said, blurring out the first word that came to mind.
Women, stop talking.
“That doesn't even make any sense.” He said frowning. Of Course, half of the shit I speak doesn't make sense.
“Tell me a secret that nobody in the world knows,” I asked him suddenly which caught him off guard. We need to move forward from my failed effort to compliment him.
He was quiet for a while, which made me feel that maybe he ignored my questions but then he said, “I wanted to go to a picnic when I was young,” in a barely audible voice.
Even though his confession was really simple, something tells me it wasn't just all. That those words hide more emotion than he is ready to share. Wanting to make him forget whatever emotions he was feeling, “Want to hear mine?”
He didn't say anything but only gave me a sad smile making me feel the ping of pain to see him like that. “Well once, I mixed some ingredients in my principal’s tea before she was supposed to speak in front of thousands of people.” Ridge's eyes went wide at my confession with a smile breaking out, “ and then she spoke about how her husband never fucked her, oh– and how she wanted to get pinned by our math teacher.” When I finished, Ridge breaks into a deep laughter throwing his head back, and that make me smile too.
“How did you even find those in school?” He asked, somehow containing his laughter.
“I had no idea what they were. Thought it was green tea.” I said, which made him laugh even harder, “They look the same.” I explained to him.
“No, it doesn't. God, Mara, were you always this crazy.” He said slowly calming down.
“First bitch and now crazy, you have a way of giving names to women, don't you,” I asked fake sulking, turning to walk away. But before I could take a step he pulled me towards him holding his wrist.
I smashed my head in his hard chest, which was beating fast. Maybe it was my heart instead. Must be my heart. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were already looking down at me with such lust hovering over them that my breath become slower and shallower. I could feel a lump in my throat because of the nerves but god did I not want this. I want him and after being this close there is no point in denying it. His face bends lower getting closer to mine and his breath touches me and I felt like my knees are weakening. I gripped his shirt and his hand roams into my neck while his eyes looks over my face like he is trying to remember every inch of it.
After what felt like a lifetime he asked, “Can I kiss you, Mara?” Finally! “I thought you'd never asked.” I blurted even before I realized which made him chuckle a little. But my cheeks flustered at it.
But right after that his lips were on me and I felt like thousands of times it melting over his lips. He pulled back after a few seconds looking at me before a smile stretched and then our lips met again. His hand went around my waist as he pulled me closer, goosebumps swarming every part of my body as he started touching me. His other hand’s fingers gently slid down the side of me to the back of my neck making small circles.
Gently tugging his collar he asked, out of breath, “Do you want me to stop?” I hurriedly replied, shaking my head, “Just the opposite, please.”
“You don't need to say please, princess” he replied before pulling me back to his embrace, joining our lips together, I immediately gave his tongue the access. I have been kissed before but this–this is anything I could have ever fantasized about. His lips, his touches, his unconscious efforts to calm me down because he knows I am nervous was beyond my brain could ever think of, dream of.
Slowly after both of us were out of breath, we breaks apart he murmured still holding me tight in his embrace, “The taste of yours is going to cost me my sanity, princess. But why does that don't scare me?– Hmm?" His hoarse voice whisper into my ears and my heart almost skipped a beat. But he wasn't done, he wasn't done making my heart burst into whatever I am feeling now. "Why do I feel like I won't survive this life if I don't get to taste them again,” he said, touching my lips with his thumb. “Are you planning to kill me? If so, go ahead and ruin me. And I'll still be famished for our skin to touch and dance in the rhythm of our soul.”
His words made me speechless, my eyes were still closed but how could I open them? I am not that strong and when I slowly opened them I met the most beautiful pair of blue shades. There was a smile tugged at his lips which made me blush. Noticing the change his smile changed into a grin, “You are….extremely red” which was making me blush even more, “shut up” I said looking away from him “Like actual vermillion” he finished. I pushed him away, “go to hell,” I said but failed miserably since he kept holding me into him tightly.
After a few moments, he released me and brought my left hand to his, and interlinks our fingers before saying, “Let's get you home,” and started walking towards my condo.
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