CHAPTER 67

At first it was just a lip kiss until he sucked on my lower lip and I moaned out affording him the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth.

That was all it took to unleash my own pent up desire. I kissed him back, deeply and passionately. I didn't know what I was doing, if I was kissing him right, but I must have pleased him because he moaned my name into my mouth. 

There was a familiarity in our kiss, It felt as though I had kissed him before. Yet a newness that was both exhilarating and beautiful and I loved it.

Scar pulled back from the kiss when my hands suddenly started trailing the lines on his face wanting to feel him more and more.

He raised my chin up so I could look into his eyes. We both stayed silent for some time while we tried to catch our breath.

I wanted to ask him to let me touch him. I wanted so much to learn the tales behind his Scars but the night was young and I felt so weak.

"I am not nothing to you Mira. Nothing is nothing and I am not nothing. I'm the one who is here, who will always be here with you and for you.  Don't forget that."

I nodded a stray tear falling from my eyes. He wiped it off with his thumb. He was right. He was the one who was always there for me.

Right now in my life he was the one keeping me sane. He had become my mind, my will,my strength, my sanity. I found that my walls were breaking not for a beautiful face but by a beautiful soul.

He smiled and kissed my chin and I hugged him like I didn't want to let go because I didn't. I had to stand on my toes so that my lips at least got to his neck.

I smiled loving the feel of him close to me. It was a beautiful moment but he just had to ruin it as always.

"I can't say you are a good kisser. but you were not as bad as I expected you to be with all your childishness." He chuckled, a low sexy chuckle.

"Bastard!" I hissed.

I tried to pull away from him, but he held me so tight all my struggles were futile. In my heart of hearts I knew that I loved how he held me down.

I wanted him to hold me down like this forever. I was his to claim.

"You have to stop calling me a child! I am not one!" I warned, even though I could feel a smile creeping up on my face.

"You act like one though." He chuckled, letting go of me.

I was so vexed with him that I had to leave his arms something I didn't really want to do in that particular moment. It was quite unrealistic for me to claim to be furious, yet bury myself in his arms.

I felt hot all over from the effects of the fire and the effects of being wrapped in his arms. I frowned and tried to move past him but he held my elbows stopping me from moving.

"I am sorry for kissing you." He suddenly said.

"You don't have to be sorry I kissed you back." I replied, removing a strand of hair from my eyes.

I hated leaving my natural hair lose it stressed me the hell out even though it was not too long and just a little bit above shoulder level.

The wind blew causing more strands to enter my eyes, I had to shut it. I made a mental note to weave my hair the next day.

"Because you were grateful for what I did right. Did you really want to kiss me back considering how I look and_". He trailed off.

He was so accustomed to me pushing him away that even when I wasn't and it was clear, he still felt me rejecting him.

I always asked myself why someone would want to sacrifice pleasure for pain and now I had the Answer, fear. Fear that the pleasure was only temporary and the pain permanent. Because life could be such a bitch.

"You annoy me too much! Contrary to your opinion of me, I am not so shallow." I replied.

He held my shoulders pulling me close to him. "Let's imagine this never happened. I don't want you to start acting weird around me tomorrow."

I was hurt by what he said, but I let it slide because I knew that it was his insecurities speaking not him.

"Well I am sorry  but I can't pretend that this never happened because it did.  I only imagine things that don't exist and this kiss isn't one of them. Do you need me to tell you how imaginations work."

He scoffed and looked up avoiding my eyes. "Why do you care all of a sudden? you kept hating me, hate me I want you to hate me. Isn't that your only shield against what you really feel for me? Hating me?" he held my shoulders tighter and looked straight into my eyes.

His hold didn't unsettle me. it was his eyes, those eyes that were on me, they drove me to a state of frenzy.