The Forest

Chapter Seventeen

He took off his jacket and threw it on a chair. She smiled like an i***t and she couldn't stop. She felt drunk. His eyes were so mesmerising, so green and beautiful. He stood there, in the clutter of her making and he didn't even care. He Only looked at her and he couldn't look away. They were finally alone. She looked tired as if she hadn't slept in days bit to him that made her even more beautiful. He could see her flaws and the way she could barely walk was adorable. She took off her jumper, which revealed her flowery t-shirt. She sat on the corner of her bed and lit another cigarette. He joined her and took a puff. She leaned on his shoulder and almost fell asleep right there. Their hearts were hearing so fast that even neighbours could hear them. They created this beautiful melody of love and lust. Their bodies were breathing each other in, pulling closer, wanting more. They could feel it, it was their time to relax and let go. All of their doings were gone because they were too tired to think. His skin felt like cashmere under her fingers. She caressed his arm as if it was her favorite pet and she couldn't stay away. He could barely keep it together while she was doing that and he passed her the cigarette. She took it, pulling a big puff and passing it back to him. There were sparks with every touch. She didn't feel this when she kissed Ethan. What she felt was no where near what she felt now with Philip. She couldn't imagine this being anyone else than philip. He was warm, soft and dreamy. He was everything she wanted and at that point she knew that he was the one she wanted to be with. Or was she just too tired? She couldn't tell. She wanted Ethan for such a long time that she maybe expected too much of him. He was just a man and it wasn't his fault that at that point she barely felt a thing for him. But he was her dream man all those months and days and nights. Those hands that touched her in her dreams were not Philips hands but Ethans. Those feelings she had were not for Philip but for Ethan. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't decide if it was her tiredness or her heart that led her to Philip. But even well rested she didn't like Ethan that much. Maybe it was there were too many things happening in her life and she couldn't be focused on her true feelings. She never knew how complicated relationships can get. She read about it in books but there she could always tell who will get the girl. She never had any trouble with that. But now that it was her, that She was the girl, she didn't know what to do. There were so many things at stake and she didn't want to hurt anyone. All she wanted was to do what her heart told her to do and right now it was screaming at her to be with Philip He never knew how it felt to be in love. In his life he liked many girls and none of them liked him. So he never bothered that much with his feelings. Bit from the moment he saw Tilia he started to develop something called a crush and it later turned into something much bigger. He couldn't tell if she liked him back or not but he was sure of one thing - he wanted her. Every moment he could spend with her was special and dear to his heart. To him, those seconds that She spent looking at him were the most mesmerising moments of his life. Sometimes it took him a while to recover. And maybe she wasn't the only reason he joined this mission but she was the only reason worth it. He stopped caring about anything else and every smile she gave him ended up being exactly what he needed. That night when they had a need in his car was the most amazing night in his opinion. They talked for a very long time and he got to know her inside out. Her every thought, dream, whish, desire, everything he wanted to know from that very first moment he saw her at the library, crying, lost in this New situation that happened to her. And those reportersbhe wanted to destroy because they were bringing her sadness and pain. She was a good girl, a beautiful girl, a girl lost in the world that was a bit too different than what she hopes it would be. She shut the cigarette down and leaned back on his shoulder. She could hear his heart beat fast as her own and she loved the fact that he was just as excited as she was. It was just as they said, she was tired but an couldn't sleep because she was full of that nightingale energy. ' You are kinda flowing. ' he told her and he was right. Her skin was glowing in a pinkish tone that was similar to that of the nightingale that led them through the darkness of the forest, against all of those dangerous creatures. The same beautiful light was now shining out of her every cell and she could feel that same warmth on her own skin. ' Wow. You are beautiful. ' He said, not even listening to himself. When he realised what he said, he blushed and looked away. ' It's okay. ' she said and by slightly touching his chin his head turned back on awe of her mesmerising skin. His hand instinctively flew tobfer cheek, caressing it and enjoying the fish light. Their heads were getting closer together and he could no longer stand looking at those lush lips and not kissing them. He pulled her by the waist, closer to him and kisses her. Tilia lost herself in the softness of his skin and roughness of his touch. The way he pulled her in made her feel like there was no one else in the world but them. And she never knew that a bit of roughness can feel so good. He wanted that kiss to last forever. She was so warm and soft, he could feel every freckle on her face as he traced her cheek with his fingers searching for an imperfection that would make him want to move way but even her imperfections made her even more desirable. His touch aroused her in ways she didn't know a person could be aroused. But he pulled away from her. She looked at him and wanted to kiss him again but he just smiled and lit a cigarette. ' Look, ' he said as he took a puff' I need tonknow something. ' Her excitment was replaced by fear because what he was about to ask her could not have been good as his face got all serious. She took a cigarette from him to call herself down. ' Shoot. ' she said trying to play it cool, like she didn't care what he wanted to ask her and like the answer she could give him couldn't be bad. ' Do you have anything to do with that mayor grandson Ethan hit. ' he said, moving a bit closer to her. Her heart stopped, she was so scared of her own answer. He could see it on her face, she didnt have to tell him anything. He moved away and she followed him like a magnet. ' Hey, it's not what you think. We just kisses. He kisses me. I don't know. ' she said, explaining herself to a man she wanted to kiss so badly. He looked away. ' Why? ' he asked, still refusing to Look at her. ' Look, we had a thing a year ago. Nothing happened then, we just talked and I liked him for the past year. But now that he was back I wanted to see if there was anything there.' She said, smoking her cigarette. ' And? ' he asked, finally looking at her. He was blown away by how green her eyes were and how magical they looked against her glowing skin. ' And nothing. I barely felt a thing. ' she said touching his neck. ' Really? ' he asked, hopeful. ' And now? ' he asked. ' And now, ' she said, pulling in closer. ' Everything. ' Then they kissed again with even more passion then before. Their bodies were seducing each other, just grazing against each other at first but then melting together in passion. He pulled her over him and they kissed while she was sitting on his lap, moving together, synchronised, in love with themselves in each others arms. She took off his sweater revealing his naked torso, beautifully built, just got her hands. She traced his muscles with her fingers and watched the fire burn in his eyes. He wanted her. His hands found their way under her shirt and slowly moved against her skin. His fingers were cold but she didn't mind. It felt so good. As he kissed her, his hands found their way to her chest which was rising with every breath. He squeezed her breasts under her bra and then he moved away to her back, pulling her t-shirt over her head and quickly undoing her bra. She took it off completely and they were both naked. They hugged, kissing each others backs and necks, melting into each other like a hot fire. They couldnt stop touching each other. It was magick, what was happening between them. There were sparks with every touch, with every heavy breath. She unziped his pants, making it easier for her to feel the hardness that was under them. She never thought that she could act thatvway but all she wanted was for him to give her pleasure, to enter her, devour her body with his own desires and kisses. He unzipped her pants too and moved her just enough so he could take off his own. There were no mistakes, she wanted him and he wanted her. There was so much tension between them that even the air was full of it, mixed with cigarette smoke. It was all so seductive, dim room, her rosy skin and his handsome body, his hands on her behind and her hands around his neck. Both of them were naked and they there themselves in the bed, wrinkling the sheets. ' You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.' He said, caressing her hair looking at her glowing face. She looked back at him and smiled. ' You keep saying that. ' She said, blushing even though it was hard to see from all of that rosy glow. She loved his words and his hands and every part of his body that belonged to her. She thought that he looked amazing, and the more she thought about him the more she liked him and his body on hers. As she layed next to him, she could tell that there were so many things she wanted to tell him about how she felt but she discovered that night that words cannot do what her actions can. ' Because you are. I am so amazed by you. ' he said, tracing her cubes with the tips of his fingers . She loved his touch, it made her feel loved, wanted and she never felt that before, at least not with the same intensity. ' Thank you. ' she said. ' But why? I am just a plain girl. ' she asked, searching for an answer as to why he would want her. ' You are so not. You are my girl. ' he said pulling her in for a kiss. They were so close that there was not a single space between them. They kissed and kissed and the night was their slave as they made love until morning.