Touch your heart
1107 Words
Touch your heart
Maurice's POV,
His kisses put my lips on fire and it was burning my walls to the flame he left inside me to burn. He wanted me to burn in the passion he professed, or he wouldn’t have started. His body bonded my senses. I wanted him to stop, to stop steeping me in this passion, in the thoughts of lust, to stop making me feel what I forget I can feel ever again. Scared, I might change. I'll be a girl again, who cried when she saw others fighting, a girl with no care in the world, she just knows to love.
She hated when someone yelled at her and she could never see violence in her house. I wanted him to stop, with all my senses and power, but my hands refused giving up the collar of his shirt I held on to, my heart refused to stop this hot sensation. Never in my life, I've ever felt him closer and I might not again. My legs wrapped around his torso, and he was drowning me deep in his protective cocoon. His arms were rummaging through all parts of me, sending chemical currents every time they pressed on my skin. His hands are soft like I'm draped in Indian silk, but he was getting harder. Those kisses as he begins to leave on my neck, all in me, intensified. That burn, that passion, the guilt. I can't help but see my past self, those images of me, so naïve. The girl who wanted to be touched and loved. She loved him with everything she had but still was hated on till nothing she had left.
The tickles he left in the sweet way he kissed me, wrecked my heart as warm tears begin falling from my closed eyes, burning my skin. Please don’t do this to me anymore!
The room was so quiet, that even the mere notification on my phone, blared like a school bell in my ears, and almost like a clue for me to run away, I pushed him up and got out from under his embrace, to run from him wrapped up in the excuse to see my phone, but yet again before I could, he pulled me back in a haste and I landed on his lap.
It was my punishment to stay alone. FOREVER. A promise to myself.
“Are you okay?” he hesitated in wonder. Why would I cry at a time like this? To make him feel like a bad person. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I'm fine.” I stood up. “Don’t worry about it.” I yanked my hand he still hold on to and picked up the phone. Sama texted me, Samaira. One of the few people who still remember my birthday. Did she text me? I tensed up seeing the happy birthday GIF she texted me. She texted me??
“What’s wrong? Who is it?” Ricky asked towering me from behind, looking through my shoulder down to the illuminated screen.
“Nothing, my friend just wished me,” I replied, still frowning with this unsettling text. Maybe she is held up somewhere…
“Is that a bad thing? Why do you look so down about it?” I was waiting to tell her about everything, but if she is busy, I can't do that.
“It’s nothing,” I responded turning to him. She might be just busy with her kid. Yeah! Of course. I'll call her in the morning. “It’s getting late. You should go.” I added, putting back my phone on the table. “I want to sleep. I'm sorry.”
“You're not upset about what just happened, right?” he added, and his thumb approached to rub off the tear.
“It’s nothing. I… I can't do this.”
“What? This?”
“Yes.”
“You are not willing to give me a chance?”
“It’s too hard to love someone again?”
“I’ll leave if that is what you want, but don’t cry. We can meet tomorrow but only if you want.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I see you don’t have many plans for tomorrow. We can celebrate together. I'll be honest with you if it is still not clear to you. We are going to have a new life in London, and I don’t want us to be strangers there again.” I looked up at his steady eyes on me that tickled my insides. “Think about it, if you want that, too. I like you a lot, and I admire your passion and dedication for your work.” Squeezing my hand, he added, “I know you felt something for me, too. Give it a thought, if you want to give me a chance to keep making you feel this way.”
I promised myself, if I ever see love walking in my life again, I’ll ignore it, pretend like it never happened. He brushed his hand through his luscious hair and a sparkling smile that glittered in his eyes. His eyes, I couldn’t look away from them, from those eyes that looked like stars, those lips that felt like cotton candies, and his hands on my body, made me feel like I was back in school. He is the most handsome man I've ever seen, and he is in front of me, asking me to be with him.
But I still can't jump in his arms and tell him I want him to.
“Happy birthday.” His last kiss, but on the cheeks, and he left.
What did just happen? Did he just….
I locked the door and dig a spoon deep into the cake. Only this can help.
─ All night passed away in a blink of the eye but all I did was think about you.
“Uh!!!” I can pull my hair, or stuff myself in the pillows, or smack myself in this stupid head, but I can't stop this feeling in my stomach, this feeling of leaving out on something that can actually turn into something precious. I can't think, I can't sleep. This isn’t new to me. It’s like I've lived this before. this blooming of innocent love, the tingling sparkles in my stomach, but it’s a strange and distant memory. I've been fooled and gutted by this once, not again. He is way out of my league and this time, I should know better.
Uh! Uh! Uh! Die. Die. Die. I just want this feeling to die inside me.
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