Chapter35 Not Ready to accept the reality
Ah, hell.
Why did she have to be so damn gorgeous? She snuck a glance at me.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"What do you mean, why?" She scrunched her nose. "This should be the other way around. You are caring, sweet, and charming, even though you can get on my nerves sometimes. And sometimes you annoy me so much that I think I hate you and you pull my...
I never let her complete the sentence. I raised my upper body, bent my head and took her mouth with mine. The scent of chocolate and coconut swarmed my senses. Her lips fit perfectly with mine, supple and soft. I braced myself for her protest, but she gave a little moan, sinking her fingers into my hair.
In some dim corner of my mind, I knew what I was doing was way wrong. I was leading her on without any promises. But I knew if I didn't kiss her, she'd be the death of me. The taste of chocolate lingered on her tongue, along with a honeyed sweetness. My head spun as I became drunk on her, diving in and out of that silky mouth for more. Before things got too heated, which I intended to do, I pulled away reluctantly. She shuddered and softened beneath me. I broke contact and gazed deep into her blue eyes.
"You're so special, you know that?" I rubbed my nose against hers. My voice was hoarse.
"Yup." She grinned back, panting slightly. Her face was flushed and her lips were bruised.
"So you'll tell me now." She questioned me nervously. I stared at her for a long time without blinking.
"No! Really? " She gasped dramatically and grinned. I smiled back. Every muscle in my body stiffened when I thought about the reason.
"Someone from my past has returned." I told her softly. Suddenly, I felt like an invisible wall slammed between us.
"And you can't face them?"
"I'm not ready to accept the reality. That person... meant a lot to me. I can't seem to move on. Whenever I try, I feel like giving up already. I am tired of struggling... " I gulped in some much needed air. Talking about her was physically draining. When I looked at Brielly, she was in deep thought. A small scowl plastered her face. She coughed lightly.