Estela

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Chapter 19: Not this Time

 

Zhander must have mistaken my lustful face for an expression of a lost person when he took a peek at me and continued.

 

Its uncool . . . You saw something that made me look pathetic. Its so embarrassing I cant even talk nor look at you.”

 

. . .

 

. . .

 

Oh~ Zhander! Youre soooo cute!

 

I hopped to him while Zhander was caught in surprise, and we fell on the sand. He laid on his back while me atop him.

 

Zhander patted my back while I giggled against the warmth of his chest. I raised my head inches from his, staring at his dark violet eyes, lost in all the emotions flashing within.

 

After a moment, a warm hand caressed my face.

 

Nei tuoi occhi cè il cielo . . . (Heaven is in your eyes)

 

Zhanders voice was deeper than usual as he stared into my eyes.

 

I couldnt help but feel a deep sense of love and pride.

 

He never said words in Italian, his mothers native language, as an endearment, especially towards women.

 

Until now that is . . .

I caressed his bruised cheek and made my way to the cut on his lips.

 

Ya khochu potselovat tebya . . . ,” I whispered in Russian, my mothers native language.

 

Zhanders eyes turned deeper while his fingers made its way to my lips.

 

Little Stella, it should be my line.”

 

Zhander reversed our position while being careful not to crush me underneath him. He held my chin and stared at me before he slowly, painfully-slowly, leaned in closer for a kiss.

 

I blinked and closed my eyes.

 

My brains impure thoughts were overpowered by the warm sensations that were pleasing to the heart.

 

I thought kisses would be more powerful and rough and savage and overwhelming and wet and erotic . . .

 

But . . . Zhanders kiss . . . It was –– well . . . If I have to say it . . .

 

Tormenting!

 

When his lips landed on mine, I fought the urge to say sarcastic remarks since we just reconciled.

 

It was not even a kiss. His lips were just grazing against mine. Like a feather that fell on a soft pillow and vanished.

 

I opened my eyes, and Zhanders pained face stumbled my view. Like he did something unforgivable or something.

 

What the hell?!

 

Why was it when it came to me, this man would return to ancient times where it was a sin to even glance at women?

 

L-lets go. Its getting cold.”

 

Oh, no~. Not this time, Zhander.







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