The heart wants what it wants
-Woody Allen
Leah's Pov:
I always knew that Ryan wasn't much of a conversationalist, mostly I'm the one that does all the talking, so imagine my surprise when he makes the first move by placing his lips on mine.
Initially I froze in shock as I felt his mouth softly graze my lips, seeking my permission and it took me a few seconds to comprehend what was happening before I opened my mouth and slowly lost myself to the kiss.
"That was- "
"Amazing."
He completes my sentence breathlessly before leaning in to claim them again.
Obviously Luke and I shared a few pecks here and there, but none of them compared to the one I am sharing with this man right now, those were in fact baby kisses.
And these were-
Incredible.
Sensual.
And I could feel his emotions through every kiss- want, need and lust.
My legs latch around his waist as he scoops me in his strong arms. I feel like I'm drowning as he deepens the kiss, but I don't mind him taking my breath away like how he is slowly stealing my heart- one broken piece at a time.
I lie on his chest as he plays with a strand on my hair. "Are you sure?" I mumble, with my ear listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as he breathes steadily.
"Sure about what?"
I sigh as I close my eyes. "You didn't kiss me because you feel pity for me, did you?" I ask him softly, bracing myself for the heartbreak.
How can he fall in love with me? He is either ugly or blind if he says he doesn't, but I doubt he's ugly. Even a blind girl can realize how amazing he is, just from touching his long lashes and chiselled jaws till his taut abdomen.
I wonder what color his eyes are.
He takes a sharp intake of air. "Are you kidding? You make me feel many emotions, but one of them is certainly not pity! In fact, you look so hot right now that I feel horny," he mutters as he kisses the nape of my neck.
Tears prick my eyes as I'm overwhelmed by his actions. I never thought I would ever have a shot at happiness again. I feel his calloused hands tip my chin up.
"Why are you crying? Fuck, Leah, please don't cry. I hate to see your tears. Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry."
His voice sounds perplexed and worried and I wipe my tears with the back of my hand before hugging him tight.
"The opposite actually, you make me want to love again."
***
"Good for you!" she venomously spits out. I stare in shock at the lady with a sneer on her face.
She was wearing the same thing she wore when I had seen her last- a blue chiffon dress with a small silk shawl draped around her bare shoulders but instead of being pure white, the cashmere stole was crimson red.
I notice the gash on her cheek, marring her once beautiful face. "Are you finally happy with us out of the picture?" she motions the man to her left to step forward from the shadows.
"Ah-" I choke as the man grips my throat and gives me a menacing smile that sends chills down my spine.
"You did this to us," she seethes as her blonde hair splays around her shoulders and her dark eyes flash angrily, filled with hate and disgust towards me.
"I'm sorry," I beg, my voice breaking in horror as their skin peels off, revealing two faceless dark creatures in front of me. My hand goes over my bruised throat but I find nothing clutching me anymore.
"A sorry won't bring us back."
I watch the two shadows disappear slowly and I reach out to grab only air. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I keep repeating to the thin air as I wail out loud.
I wake up in cold sweat and feel something cool against my forehead. "Are you alright? You sounded like you were having a bad dream," I hear his voice asks with concern as he gives my hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring me that I have somebody by my side now.
"When did you arrive?" I ask groggily, as I sit up in bed.
"You've been in bed with fever for two days. I stayed over to take care of you."
He prods my mouth open and places a cool glass tube in my mouth, mostly a thermometer to check my temperature.
I rub my temple which aches dully. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you have ice-cream after dinner," he mutters and I remember the tub of mint chocolate tub of Ben and Jerry's I chomped while we sat and watched, well mostly I heard, The Godfather.
"You know I'm not a baby," I mumble as I feel the side of the mattress dip as he plops next to me.
"What are you saying?" he asks, pinching my cheeks and then squishing them with his palms.
"You are my baby doll."
I pout at the name and I hyperventilate when he suddenly gets up to leave. "Where are you going?" I panic, dreading to be by myself after that nightmare.
"Relax, I just made some soup for you," he softly says and hands me a small cup with a piece of toast.
I quietly nibble the piece of mildly burnt bread. "I didn't realize I had slept so long," I mumble as I stretch out my cramped up legs.
"You had me worried."
"Is it night time? Do you have to go to work? Can I come with you?" I plead, not wanting to be left alone.
"Actually," he pauses as I take a long sip of the delicious hot chicken broth. "I quit my job."
I nearly spit the soup out in surprise. "Well, I decided that I should get a proper job now," he explains, noting the dumbfounded expression on my face as my jaw hangs open.
"What? Why?" I splutter.
He chuckles and ruffles my hair playfully, "To earn more money obviously. I know it might be hard to believe but I'm quite a smart man, lyubov moya, a software engineer infact."
Now that was surprising, I knew that Ryan was smart but I thought he used more muscle than brain, considering how well he's maintaining his body.
"A body that I've been getting very familiar with lately."
"You thought I was dumb?"
His question seems like more of a statement, full of amusement, making me hide my face in the pillow in embarrassment, "I didn't think that!"
"Then you are wondering how I have the time to maintain my sexy body?" he gruffly whispers into my ear, making the hairs on my hands stand.
I push him away as I blush and deny his accusation, knowing how much control he has over my body.
"I wasn't thinking that." I pause, "Then again, why are you just a security guard here?"
He holds my hand, "I just wanted to find a family in this town, but it turns out they left a couple of months ago, so I just needed a temporary job to survive with a bit of money, hence the job as a security guard," he explains.
"But, then why are you still here?"
His finger traces the outline of my lips, causing me to shudder in response to his feather like touch, "Why do you think, lyubov moya?"
"I don't know, but what's lyubov moosa?" I ask, wondering if I had pronounced it right. My breath hitches as his fingers tickle my neck teasingly.
"The reason I stayed."
A/N:
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