Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"


"Forever isn't over yet."


17. Exposed

We sat in silence for a little time, and in our own thoughts, when she looked straight at me. Her eyes saw right through mine, like I was an open book. I felt naked. Exposed. There was something about her voice, when she spoke that seemed different, and far away. 

"I've missed you,"

When the words slipped out of her mouth, every fibre of my body froze, and I found myself staring helplessly at her. The words she had said meant so much more to me, than they were supposed to. 

I didn't understand what was happening. It was like I was losing grip, and like everything I had left behind me five years ago, came back. Like a fire that started bursting out in wild flames. 

"I've missed you too..." I managed to whisper back. 

A little smile appeared on her lips. "Good." 

She flipped a bit of her dark brown hair back on her back, which showed her naked neck. A place that seemed clear now. No hickeys, like six years ago. Oh, that sweet summer. 

Anyway, the way that she exposed her skin, the way she only was wearing a tight dark blue top, with straps, made my head spin. Her shoulders, her neck... I got an overwhelming urge to put my hand on her neck, and pull her in for a kiss. I wanted to feel the heat of her skin, when it was touching mine. I wanted to feel her close to me. 

Or was it just because I wanted to feel something? 

Maybe, maybe not.

But what was I even doing here? With her? It was seriously not a good idea. 

She was an engaged woman, or I prefer girl.

Her hand and her heart belonged to her fiancé, James. 

Still I found myself feeling addicted to her touch, like my body was hungering after it. 

It felt so good, and yet so bad... I had to feel her hands on me. I had to let her let me hold her again.

"Malik?" She asked, and ripped me out of my way too erotic daydream. I shook my head fast, bit my lip, and nod. "Should we go inside?" She asked. I just nod.


Inside it was a lot hotter. The dog, Oscar, decided to fall asleep on the couch, and Emily decided to serve me a glass of Bailey. 

We stood in her kitchen, with our backs leaned up against her kitchen desk, and our drinks in our hands. 

"I thought about you," I said, and glanced at her, to see if I could tell her reaction. 

"You did?" She lifted her eyebrows, and turned to look at me. 

"I always did."

"Don't lie." 

"Not always. But sometimes..." 

"I never forgot," She took a sip of her drink.

"Me neither," I whispered. 

We soon stood front to front, a few centimetres from each other. "Put your drink down," I whispered, in a tone that I knew gave her shivers, and I could tell. 

She did. She placed her glass on the kitchen desk. "You want me," I told her, after putting my own glass down. I sneaked my hands around her waist, and pulled her body closer to mine. Her eyes were burning, and I could feel her heartbeat through her shirt, but still she managed to look me in the eyes and say; "No."

I pressed my lips together hard, and tightened my grip around her. While hissing, "Liar," Through my teeth.

She just smiled. Proudly.

"Never," She whispered back, in a sensitive voice.

I grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her back, up against the wall. "Don't do this to me!" I begged, still with lust and desire burning in my body and eyes. "Make me stop," She stood a bit on her tip toes, and placed a soft kiss on my neck. Her lips danced over my skin, left love bites, hickeys, and kisses. She drove me insane. I lost my mind. And I gave up on trying to keep it together... I let it ride.

Damn how she moved me.   


I've been caught at the scene of a crime. I'm craving a woman, but the woman's not mine. 

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