MAKING UP

Not in a million years. Not in this life or the life to come. "No. And you just made a promise. I will hold you to that," I say as he kicks the door of my bedroom open, letting me in first. He locks the door behind us, and he starts undressing.


The abs, huh, and that mind-charming v-line! God help me!

His garments are instantly dumped into my hamper of dirty laundry, leaving him in nothing but his bathing suit. Dear, Lord! I immediately averted my gaze and my face away from him. My lungs are being sucked dry by that sight. Ghosh! This place is far too hot. And me, why am I blushing? Am I seeing his bewitching nakedness for the first time? I thought I was so used to it. I even liked seeing him this way.

"Why are your cheeks red, huh, baby? You have seen me like this countless times." He drapes me from behind. Huh, I know, but come on! I can stand his beautiful abs and face, but this seductive meat stroking my bum between his legs, how can I? "You have forgiven me for being an annoying dickhead, right?" He starts unzipping my dress, and I don't object.


They say that holding grudges is not good for the soul, right? And, oh, let nobody ask me why I have not forgiven my father. That man is not sorry at all. He is still pulling all the strings to get me. As for this guy here, he apologized. And who am I not to forgive?

"I have," My dress hits the floor, and I step out of it as he works on my bra. In a minute, I am being spun in a synonymous suit to his, and like always, he stands an inch away to idolize my body.


Gosh! My face is burning with redness.

He quits gobbling me with his eyes after realizing that I am blazing red with blush, like an idiot or a sweet sixteen. He grabs my hand and leads us both to the shower, wielding me to him as we wait for the water to heat. Too bad I don't have an exquisite jacuzzi like his. That would have been a better option. Soaking in the jacuzzi, resting them with lemonade, talking about anything and everything. And well, get at it with our sweet, naughty staff. That would have been a haven, but we can also make a little haven right here.

We get under the shower, and I love how the water soothes my skin as it runs down my body. He pulls me to him, and I snuggle up more, wrapping my hands under his arms and his back. What a wonderful sensation! I can spend my entire life right here, in this shower, and in his arms like this.

I was about to succumb to a slumber in his embrace, but he pulls me up slowly, making me charge my face to him. He looks more charming with the water trickling on him like this. A sweet charm.

"If you were to be given just one chance to meet your ghost fiance, what would you tell him?" He caresses my cheek.

What? How come he suddenly remembered that moron? Of all people? I would understand if it were Leo he mentioned, but that ghost? That creature that I never met and probably will never meet?

I don't really comprehend why he has to bring up that jerk in the middle of a glorious moment like this, but I mumble the only truth etched in my heart. "I would send him straight to hell. Perhaps I would take just a moment of his pathetic time to tell him just how much I despise him. My life is like this because of him, Damian." He closes his eyes for a moment, then peels off his blazing eyes to gawk at me. He looks so vulnerable for some weird reason. He perhaps realizes he didn't have to bring that subject up.

I hoist my hands to his face, nuzzling his jaws gently. Like a baby, he closes his eyes to savor the sensation of my flesh on his. "Damian," I whimper. The name just rolled out on its own for no apparent reason. I am in love with his name, just like I live with him.

"What about me, Ellie?" He peels his eyes, glaring at me, weakening my bones.

I begin to tremble as I think of everything he makes me feel, but this time, I don't feel shy about letting him feel me tremble in his arms. I want him to know that he is important to me. How weak he makes me feel. How vulnerable I am in his presence and embrace. He makes me feel this way.

"You?" I start with a faint but stern tone. 'I am delighted I met you, Damian. You are much more important to me than you know, and I feel a thousand beautiful things for you. I... I... Damian I..." Okay, when did I become a stammerer?

I have a lot to say, but I don't know why I can't arrange my words and just let them all out. I take in a deep breath, hoping it stabilizes my focus on what I want to say. I open my mouth, but I mutter the annoying ‘Is'. what is wrong with me? Why can't let out something so simple?

My stammering is cut short by his lips sealing mine, pressing me so hard on him. Between melting and trembling, I have to really clench onto his shoulders for support.

As our lips dance to the velocity of our desires. Under this shower, I feel so free and protected. Like nothing can ever harm me under the sun. I feel so new—like I have found a new path, a new love and inspiration.

Do you feel the same for me, Damian?

"Da...Da...mian... Mmhh." I try to speak between our lips, but it's worthless. The kiss turns into a more heated one, and our hands can't stick to just one spot.

I don't think this is the time to speak. I don't even want to. I want this. I want to kiss him all night, if possible. I can't fight something as sweet as this. I don't want to. To where this boat we are sailing on takes us, I will willingly and wholeheartedly go, Damian Almeda. As long as you are aboard.