The Warning

Nico and Lena~ Selena

Every touch, every kiss, every whisper, every moan, every pleasure was like the electric pulse that my heart needed to keep pumping. We were happy, it was us until it wasn't. Someone else came along and it was unexpected. However, that is the story that for another time.

From the first time, everything we did had love in it. Love at first sight still exists and it hides inside each of us; it only comes out when you look at someone worth your time. Think of it like instinct, a gut feeling, it feels like you have reunited with someone you knew from another life. When I first saw Nicholas, he was troubled by something on his phone but once he looked at me, his face just lit up. Just seeing that transformation made me want to do it more. I wanted to make him happy. But at the end, I failed.

I wrap my legs around Nicholas' waist and pull him down towards me. Everything is all over the place, I have no control of what my body parts are doing. They have their mind of their own and their goal is to work together in coordination to close the space between Nicholas and I's bodies.

I always guessed that kissing is a magical experience from what I have seen but this is better than Heaven. It's so addictive that my body and mind are separated. Any abilities to reason or think are dismissed, everything solely attentive to the physical pleasure being received.

Suddenly, everything comes back when Nicholas pulls away. The sound of the ticking clock, the ceiling behind Nicholas, my hand that is on warm back, the smell of his strawberry scented hair and the after taste of our kiss.

"We should stop, I don't want to rush this. We agreed that we would spend time together before we do anything." At least one of us is thinking. The only problem with his suggestion is that I am leaving in two nights. I don't know if we will ever get another chance to do this.

"I want to do it now." I whisper pulling him back towards myself.

"No, we don't have to. I'm not going to pressure you again, we can take some time to get to know each other and maybe go on a couple of dates." Nicholas says in a gentle voice, a smile on his face lighting the whole room up. I know that that telling him that we don't have much time is going to hurt him. I'm going to hurt him.

"I'm leaving in three days." Instead of getting the reaction I expected, he chuckles. He...chuckles? Seeing my farrowed eyebrows and confused face, he stop chuckling as settles for a smile.

"You're cute." He says as he pecks my lips. I have said this before and I will say it again; weird man. "Your parents are not going to be back for a while. I went to Nigeria to help with the issue at our company but that is not the reason your father came along. Apparently , your father is working to close a deal with a company in Nigeria." He explains.

"What about your dad?" I ask, sitting up straight so that we are side by side.

"He decided to stay there and help your father ." Makes sense, Marcus has always worked along with my father seeing as they have the same intellectual level and have a clear understanding of each other.

"How did they just let you come back?" I ask again, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"I told my dad that I would run the company here while he is absent." He smiles looking at me and takes my hand in his. "I just used it as an excuse to come back to you." From the warmth radiating from my face, I can tell that I am blushing.

He came back to see me, there was no reason to work myself up before.

"How long until my parents come back?" I ask to change the subject.

I surely couldn't handle more sweet talk, my face would end up bursting into flames at this point.

"I am not so sure but the longer, the better. I am sure that my dad will notify me when they are coming back."

The longer, the better. I couldn't have phrased in any other way.

More time to explore the depths of each other; the demons and the Angels but more time for other things doesn't sound so unpleasant.

During our time together, Nicholas and I, the world seems to be on pause.

I don't think about my oppressive past and my most likely oppressive future.

I seem to be living in the present where I am a normal teenager.

Where I don't have to constantly feel guilty for acting upon my desires.

With Nicholas, I am able to be selfish.

Selfish for his attention, time, stolen kisses and more.

"Come and help me prepare dinner." Nicholas says stretching his hand out for me to take it. Me? Cook? In my years of living, I have always been spoon fed, from designer clothes, shoes, bags, you name it. I am aware of my privileges but its not something to be proud of.

  I was crippled by my father's desires of having people who assist us in everything because "rich people are above working".

 In between all the travelling where our meals would be room services or going down to the hotel lobby for a buffet; at our house, we have workers_ cooks, gardeners, tutors, maids, bodyguards and more. 

Which makes breathing the hardest chore that I have to condone in.

I know you could look at it from another viewpoint and argue that if we didn't have these workers, its being selfish because they rely on our money to make a living.

 What I hate is that they have to engage in hard labour to earn so little when my father just has to go to his office, order people around for coffee and he still earn millions in a few hours.

 The world is unfair.

"I have never cooked before." My voice comes out small as I drill holes into the floor with my eyes from embarrassment. I expect to hear a laugh but the room is surprisingly silent.

"Neither can I. I once burned water, which says a lot." I let out a laugh as I raise my head to look at Nicholas and his smile is fully displayed, accompanied by his dimples.

 I know that he is lying to make me feel better but I can't complain because it helps.

"Alright, let's do it." I placed my hand in his and he pulls me up from the sofa. 

The kitchen looks beautiful but there is nothing I haven't seen so I don't dwell on it. 

"Can you cut the vegetables for me?" Nicholas asks  while walking to get something from the refrigerator, most likely the vegetables that he wants me to cut. 

I only go in the kitchen, at my house when I need to eat but I have never been in there to work, so this will be an interesting experience. 

Nicholas puts the vegetables on the cutting board and hands me a knife. 

Okay, this is my time to shine. Just use the skills that you have seen on YouTube, Selena, everything will be fine. 

"What are you going to make?" I hear myself ask, the silence being a bit too eerie for my liking.

"Nothing special, just the old stew beef and rice." I nod my head as I start cutting the red pepper. Despite my lack of experience in the kitchen, I am glad that Nicholas didn't order food. 

It's getting old and I'm sick of it, I know its bound piss (there's that word again) some people that I am speaking like a true brat but that's not it. 

We all want what we don't have . People would kill to be in position because I have everything that is glamourized and idolised in this society. 

But that is not my identity, it's my fathers, I want to be known for being down to earth, be humble. I want life with struggles that can be solved with anything else other than money. I want to be happy, not exist my father's scrutinizing fame.

"Here," I yelp when I feel someone's body collide with my back, the familiar cologne dances around my nostrils and large hands holding mine makes it obvious who is behind me. "Don't chop them into tiny pieces, do it like this." Nicholas says while guiding my hand to cut bigger pieces.

I lean into his front as his chin is planted on my shoulder, his breath fanning my blushing cheek. Something pocking the mid section of my back. 

Don't act like you don't know what it is Selena. Its getting hot in here.

I let out a little sigh, he is making me react in ways I didn't know I could.

"You got it?" He whispers in my ear.

No. "Yes, thank you." I continue cutting the vegetables, but Nicholas stays behind me. I am about to turn around to see what he is doing when I feel his lips on my neck, making trails down my shoulder. Then he bites me, which I am sure will leave a mark.

"Nico!" I whine in a playful tone while chuckling and he joins me.

"I like that." He says but he doesn't stop what he is doing.

"What do you like?" 

"You saying my name like that. You are the only person who will get a pass to call me that. Your nickname will be Lena." He turns me around to face him and touch my lips with his but he doesn't go further.

"I love it." I say, shyly as my arms wrap around his neck, which I still feel sorry for because he has to bend it to reach my height.

He wraps his hands around my waist and starts moving his lips gently against mine. 

"Nico and Lena. That has a good sound to it." He mumbles and then he sweeps me off my feet by making the kiss more passionate and faster.

What do you guys think of Luna and Nico? Any ship name ideas?

Oh, what are you doing for Valentine's besides binging my novels? (lmaooo)

lyssm

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