The storm was still coming, but inside Liora's apartment, it was a different, warm feeling. A storm that's keeping her awake.
She sat in bed, the sheet rippling around her legs, her heart refusing to settle. She could feel its lips again as she closed her eyes, warm, insistent, and threatening. Kael's voice echoed in her ears, minimal and implacable: "travel as long as you have to, but when you get to the point where you're going back, we'll win.". 'It's not about the money. '.
She presses her pillow against her torso, trying to drown out the noise of her irregular breathing. Why had she come to his apartment? Why had she remained there? And, most importantly, why hadn't she stopped him?
Her body was tingling, where his grasp rested on her thigh, and where his thumb was brushing her cheek. It's been a madness. She hadn't been snogging before, not even letting herself imagine anything better than that. And now she's completely destroyed.
Ruined by him.
She shifted in bed, pulled out a thicker blanket, yet she could not sleep. The rain against the window was only a reminder of how close they were to the balcony, how his personal taunts made her skin warm, and how the wine had replaced the burn on her throat, which had replaced the burn on her lip.
Unintentionally, the fingernail brush pressed against my lip. They still felt conceited, tender from the kiss. She was on a trembling track, and she buried the address under the pillow.
Across the wall, Kael wasn't sleeping either.
He's sitting in the dim light of his private bedroom, shirtless, cigarette burning slowly in the middle of his finger. He doesn't smoke much, but today his personal anxiety demands it. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and watched it whirl, but he could only see Liora.
She was shaking; her cheeks were flushed, and her lip was falling apart. He could taste her hesitation, her innocence, but lower it; he could feel her hunger. The kiss was a promise; nay is not used in academic writing by accident.
And he knew she was awake now, thinking of him.
Kael's grin was dark and threatening. He smothered his cigarette, positioned it, and walked to the balcony. The rain possessed decelerates to a drizzle. Leaning on the railing, he gazed at the soft freshness of the window.
And then—movement.
Curtain inside the switch. The glass is traversed by shadows. Her silhouette he could see, thin and motionless. She's approaching; she's hesitant at the window. Kael's heart was pounding as he watched her slowly lift the curtain, just enough to look out.
Their eyes met.
The connection was vibrant through the rain-slicked darkness. She halts, clutches her prey under the second gaze of the marauder. Kael's head tilted, smirking, and raising a wineglass in a silent invitation.
Liora's lips fell apart in a soft gasp. She stepped in behind instinctively, but then she was not near the curtain. She remained close by, her gaze upon him, trembling, even incompetent, as she looked away.
Kael mouthed the word slowly, deliberately: Come.
Her chest rose sharply. She shook her head, mouthing back: No.
Kael's chuckle was inferior to his personal breath, leaning lazily against the railing, his gaze burning into hers. He's letting his palm slide through the glass of the balcony door, tracing an invisible line. Suggestion. Temptation. The meaning of it was clear to him.
Liora pressed her palm against the window of the store, as if she was trying to resist the current pull on her. Her body leans forward unconsciously, revealing a desire.
He could see it—she wanted him, no matter what her lips said.
A few minutes to go. The storm outside quieted down to a whisper, but the tension in their apartment remained unchanged. Finally, unable to bear it, Liora closed the curtains.
Kael smirked, whispering to himself. "Soon, little dove. You can't hide forever."
Despite the fact that Liora was not sleeping. She twitch, turn, and does everything in her power to calm the tense heat inside. Finally, she sits, crucially, her knees towards her chest. Her heart was pounding in her ear.
One thought consumed her: If I go to him again… what will happen?
Wrapping a cardigan around her shoulders, barefoot on the chilly ground, she stands in front of the door. As she reached for the knob, her grip trembled. She couldn' thymine't do this, she shouldn' thymine't do that present.
And yet… her body moved anyway.
She opens the door, peering into a silent corridor. The gas seemed heavier here, as if even the wall understood who she was roundabout to do. Slowly she stepped out, a hesitant action later on; a moth was attracted to the fire.
Her pulse was pounding. She's stopped when she gets to her own door. Her fists hovered, ready to strike. Her entire body screamed for her to turn around.
But before she could decide, the door opened.
Kael crouched here, leaning casually against the frame, as if he'd been waiting for her with all the company. His own smirk was destroyed. "Could Thymine not sleep?".
Liora's lips parted, but no sound came. Her face burned crimson.
Kael steps away gracefully, his personal gaze never leaving hers. "Then you won't be able to tolerate cold. Arrive at. 'It's not about the money. '.
She hesitated, but her feet betrayed her, carrying her inside.
The door shut softly behind her.
This time, she didn't run.