Unknown Read Online Free
Book: Unknown Read Online Free
Author: Nabila Anjum
she wasn't unaffected me. As it happens though, all it does is break my heart, all over again
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I saw him standing on the terrace. Alone. I knew not what brought me here to him. For once, I didn't stop to figure it out. It was pointless to deny the force that bound us together, or to explain it away with simple attraction. I was tired of pretending indifference, when my entire being screamed with longing for him. It was midnight, and I had to wish him. 'I was simply going to wish him', I internally debated, even as my steps brought him closer and closer.
"Nice weather", he spoke without turning, and I halted abruptly, paralyzed with fear, petrified of love.
"Happy valentines", he whispered, finally turning and taking a step towards me. Then another, and another, until his foot touched mine. I continued watching said foot, must've appeared fascinated with it. It earned me a soft chuckle, as he lifted my chin with his index finger.
"Won't you wish me back", he teased, grinning, as I stood dazed and wanting.
No answer
"That's just rude Beth, where are your manners?"
No answer.
" Guess, I'll just have to remind you then", he concluded and touched my dumbstruck lips with his finger, the one he'd lifted my chin with.
Sigh....
He looked at my eyes, giving them a thorough perusal, as if gauging their depths, asking for permission, before framing my face with his warm palms, bending his own, and,
and
and then he touched his lips with mine, closing them altogether. Small butterfly kisses, soft moth wing kisses, slow closed mouthed kisses. Wonderful beautiful kisses. I could spend my life kissing him, and not be satiated.
After a minute or two of kissing me senseless, he brought out that gorgeous tongue of his, and circled my lips in a slow tortuous move, eliciting a gasp out of me, as they parted of their own accord with a mind of their own.
He took advantage of that gasp, and proceeded to stagger me with long open mouthed kisses, changing and rechanging the angle of the kiss, till he
was satisfied, and I was a weightless mass of stupefied mess.
Again and again he kissed me, without halting, without stopping for air, holding me tight. I whimpered against him, would've collapsed on the floor had he not held me in his arms this tight. I moaned incoherently, loud enough to wake the dead, and he stopped, pushing back with a start. I moaned again, this time with the loss of warmth, and he replied with a half groan-half chuckle.
"Sweet sweet Beth", he spoke softly, running a nervous hand through his hair. The gesture stopped me from fainting of sheer mortification at my own__ well__ wantonness.
Guess, someone else lost control too.
He confirmed my happy thoughts a second later, when he added,
"I didn't intend to take it this far. But I.... I just lost control".
I nodded like the dimwit I was, and he grinned at me.
"Happy valentines Beth", he offered with that playful grin and a wink, reminding me of my forgetful manners.
I answered with my own and replied "happy valentines."
Elizabeth Chronicles- February 2009
This diary is the property of Elizabeth Whitfield
5. Old habits die hard
"Aunt Claire's looking for you", the devil announces from the doorway.
I have wiled away the entire morning in the Tanner haunt, a dingy little hideaway my parents had designed for us by the garage, when we were kids. Over the years, it has become our favorite hangout, a place of sanctuary for any of us who wishes to stay alone for some time. In my agitation, I had forgotten to turn up the do not disturb 'Pooh' on the door. Serves me right.
"Tell her she has no reason to, I'll be along in a while", I reply crossly, plucking the guitar strings with extra force.
"What were you playing"? She persists in that sweet lyrical
********************
I saw him standing on the terrace. Alone. I knew not what brought me here to him. For once, I didn't stop to figure it out. It was pointless to deny the force that bound us together, or to explain it away with simple attraction. I was tired of pretending indifference, when my entire being screamed with longing for him. It was midnight, and I had to wish him. 'I was simply going to wish him', I internally debated, even as my steps brought him closer and closer.
"Nice weather", he spoke without turning, and I halted abruptly, paralyzed with fear, petrified of love.
"Happy valentines", he whispered, finally turning and taking a step towards me. Then another, and another, until his foot touched mine. I continued watching said foot, must've appeared fascinated with it. It earned me a soft chuckle, as he lifted my chin with his index finger.
"Won't you wish me back", he teased, grinning, as I stood dazed and wanting.
No answer
"That's just rude Beth, where are your manners?"
No answer.
" Guess, I'll just have to remind you then", he concluded and touched my dumbstruck lips with his finger, the one he'd lifted my chin with.
Sigh....
He looked at my eyes, giving them a thorough perusal, as if gauging their depths, asking for permission, before framing my face with his warm palms, bending his own, and,
and
and then he touched his lips with mine, closing them altogether. Small butterfly kisses, soft moth wing kisses, slow closed mouthed kisses. Wonderful beautiful kisses. I could spend my life kissing him, and not be satiated.
After a minute or two of kissing me senseless, he brought out that gorgeous tongue of his, and circled my lips in a slow tortuous move, eliciting a gasp out of me, as they parted of their own accord with a mind of their own.
He took advantage of that gasp, and proceeded to stagger me with long open mouthed kisses, changing and rechanging the angle of the kiss, till he
was satisfied, and I was a weightless mass of stupefied mess.
Again and again he kissed me, without halting, without stopping for air, holding me tight. I whimpered against him, would've collapsed on the floor had he not held me in his arms this tight. I moaned incoherently, loud enough to wake the dead, and he stopped, pushing back with a start. I moaned again, this time with the loss of warmth, and he replied with a half groan-half chuckle.
"Sweet sweet Beth", he spoke softly, running a nervous hand through his hair. The gesture stopped me from fainting of sheer mortification at my own__ well__ wantonness.
Guess, someone else lost control too.
He confirmed my happy thoughts a second later, when he added,
"I didn't intend to take it this far. But I.... I just lost control".
I nodded like the dimwit I was, and he grinned at me.
"Happy valentines Beth", he offered with that playful grin and a wink, reminding me of my forgetful manners.
I answered with my own and replied "happy valentines."
Elizabeth Chronicles- February 2009
This diary is the property of Elizabeth Whitfield
5. Old habits die hard
"Aunt Claire's looking for you", the devil announces from the doorway.
I have wiled away the entire morning in the Tanner haunt, a dingy little hideaway my parents had designed for us by the garage, when we were kids. Over the years, it has become our favorite hangout, a place of sanctuary for any of us who wishes to stay alone for some time. In my agitation, I had forgotten to turn up the do not disturb 'Pooh' on the door. Serves me right.
"Tell her she has no reason to, I'll be along in a while", I reply crossly, plucking the guitar strings with extra force.
"What were you playing"? She persists in that sweet lyrical
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