Lucia
Gabriel’s gaze pierces through me with those eyes, bluer than the ocean, dilated and filled with love; perhaps not love, but I’d like to believe so. I yearn for him to feel something stronger beyond desire. But I am not stupid, and I am aware that I am fooling myself like a stubborn, masochistic moth drawn to the light, knowing it will ultimately lead to destruction.
“I want to take things slow with you mermaid, explore you little by little, but… I need to stop now,” He murmurs, his voice filled with both desire and restraint. “I am trying to give you as much time as you need but I fear losing control when I am with you.”
I understand his struggle. His eyes reveal his desire for me, and I can’t fool myself any longer. The time is right, everything is perfect tonight. Tomorrow will
