just stares at me, like he wants to memorize every
detail, every inch of my body.
I shiver at the idea and blush before he leans
over me and starts kissing my hips.
The outburst has been set aside and is
substituted with infinite sweetness and brings tears
to my eyes in thirty seconds. I cover my eyes with
my hands but it’s too late. He continues kissing me
and caressing me, as if I were the most beautiful
thing he’d ever seen in his life.
He slowly rises up toward my breast, where he
doesn’t stop even if inwardly I’m imploring him to
take me in his mouth and suck until I shout for him
to stop. He starts kissing me again when he gets to
the breastbone, passing the clavicle and going back
up along my neck, where he starts leaving a path
of little bites that set me aflame and I need to
orgasm soon, and possibly more than once.
He arrives at my lips and licks so lightly the
bottom one only and a gasp escapes me and it’s a
foreshadowing of what’s going to happen.
Then he looks me in the eye and it’s him, it’smy
Patrick. His eyes are sweet and sensual and I’d like
to run in this darkness and turn on a lantern to help
show him the way to my heart.
“Forgive me. Forgive me for the crap I said and
for having made you cry, for having broken your
door and jumped you. I promised I wouldn’t do it,
but knowing that you didn’t want me near you … I
went out of my head, Erin.”
