CH.3
A few time later.
She awoke with a sense of being observed by someone. She slowly opened her eyes meeting his eyes staring her. He was observing the features of her face as though he would have never seen it again, storing it in a safe place inside his heart.
She smiled warmly and stretched herself: "Hy" she whispered. He frowned a little: "You're. the most pure and clean thing ever happened in my life" he whispered her serious, following the line of his thoughts. She looked at him surprised by the sincerity of his words. They came from his heart. So unexpected, so beautiful.
He lifted his hand to brush away a tendril of hair that rested on her face. As his finger grazed her skin, she shivered. She looked at him. She could have stared into those eyes forever, there was something of mesmerizing, something of deep, his way to look at her that melted her heart. He was able to make her feel so beautiful and desirable. She approached, hissed herself on one elbow and kissed him on his lips. He held her protective in his arms.
"Why you didn't tell me" he asked her after a moment.
She shrugged: "It didn't matter" she said smiling quietly at him.
He stared at her serious, thinking. He wasn't convinced.
"Tell me what you want. Teach me" she suddenly asked him softly, dropping subject. She didn't want question. She gave him a sexy smile and caressed his chest. He looked at her as he was thinking to something and didn't answer.
She leaned against him and kissed him again, deeply. He answered to her kiss. When she stopped, his eyes had become darkened. She tried to remember what he'd done with her and so started to shyly caress him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply letting her do it. Satisfied by this, she started to place little breathless, rushing kisses on his chest. Then when she caressed with her lips his mouth, he grinned, his eyes glimmering of desire and his hands came up and closed on her naked shoulders and drew her to kiss him deeply. He held her in his arms and in the next hour he taught her lot of secrets about his and her bodies. When they stopped, they were both speechless, with no more strength, breathless.
It had been even better than before. Amazing, this was the perfect word for what it had been. She caressed his sweated chest. He gently took her chin and drove her to his mouth, delicately kissing her. When those sensations slowly faded, she opened her eyes. She was still in his arms and she'd never felt so good as she was now wanting that this night could last forever.
Little by little they came back to reality. She glanced at her alarm clock: 5.30 am. Soon it'd have been a new day. She didn't want to think about later. She closed her eyes and chased away all thoughts.
"You shouldn't let people like me come here" he suddenly told her thoughtful a few time later, breaking the silence.
She opened her eyes, finding herself leaned nearby him, rocked in his arms. She stared silently at the ceiling. "You deserve someone better" he continued.
She lifted her head up and looked at him. He was serious. She frowned. "What's that? An excuse for before?" she asked: " We're both adults and I wanted it as well as you" she toughly replied. She wouldn't had let him destroy that moment.
"You know who were the people with me at the table tonight?" he continued turning to look at her.
"My friends told me" she quietly replied.
"I could be a killer" he insisted.
"But it's not like that. You're the right hand of Matty Demaret and he would never go along with a killer" she replied serenely.
"And if I did dirty works for him?"
"I only know that you're different".
"I could be worst than them".
""But you're not".
"I'm proud of my work, of myself." He toughly replied.
"I know, and yet, you're looking for something.different. Maybe a change." she told him.
"What let you think that I'm not happy like I am"
"And what let you think of not being able to aim of something better".
"And if I didn't want to change?"
"You don't want or they don't want you to change" she corrected him.
He looked at her and was going to say something, then stopped catching his breath: "I can't" he suddenly admitted in a low tone.
"You can always change." she insisted: "Look at me. I'm here, I got an apartment a job, but I could leave tomorrow and change!"
"No, you don't understand! We are sons of mobs. What kind of future might have the son of a mob ? What different life we might search? There isn't one!"
"There is always one. There is always a second chance. You can make it happen!" she insisted convinced.
"No. You're wrong. It never happens" he replied tough.
"I only know that.that if you had one, you could be someone better. You're a good person, basically".
"You're a romantic dreamer" he said shacking his head, as to refuse her words, as they were pointless.
"Maybe.." She breathed deeply: " Maybe, it's like you say" she said shrugging. Then she looked at him: "You can tell me whatever you want, but you know, as well as me, that I'm right" she ended, not giving up.
He turned his face to look at her, meeting her gaze, touched by her words. She suddenly smiled so innocently and spontaneous and direct that he couldn't help but grin at her. He caressed thoughtfully her face with his finger. Then as he was shacking himself from a trance, he blinked his eyes and breathed deeply: " Gotta go now" he murmured. She swallowed. The time she'd avoided to think at, had come.
He didn't wait no more and stood up starting to pick up his clothes wearing himself. She silently followed him standing up and wearing an oversized t-shirt. "Will I see you again" she asked him quietly.
"It's improbable" he said decisive not even looking at her but just paying attention on what he was doing.
She stopped and looked at him: "Taylor." She swallowed dumbfounded.
"Told you. I'm not that kind of man" he said coldly.
"Yes. You told me" she sadly replied. What did you expect? She asked to herself shacking her head.
He ended to dress himself wearing his T-shirt and stared back at her serious. Here he was again, the same guy she'd met a few hours before: cold and far.
"Don't wait for me, Marie Jane".
She looked at him speechless for a moment, then nodded: "Ok" she whispered swallowing and frowning, looking for her own things. He observed her putting nervously in order her dresses. Then she reached him. She felt her throat closed by the emotion. She was going to cry. She forced herself to control. He sure didn't want to see that. But her eyes shone. He looked at her without saying a word.
"Whatever you'll decide to do, we." she paused breathing deeply: "I think you're someone special, Taylor Reese" she said honestly in a whisper trying to regain her control: "I whish you all the best for your life" she ended with a little smile trying to look serene and sure of herself. He frowned dumbfounded. He was taking leave of her and.she was there, still encouraging him.
They reached the door. He turned to look at her, his stare undecipherable. She looked at him for one, last, long time trying to memorise the lines of his face, but already knowing that she would have never forgotten him. He suddenly bent on her as he was going to kiss her for one last time. She closed her eyes waiting for it and a tear escaped crossing her face. He stared at her. Her face enlightened by the first rose ray of light of the new day, her tear shining like a diamond slowly caressing her face. He held his breath and frowned. Suddenly changing his mind, he opened the door and went away without a word.
She opened her eyes and now, tears came down wildly on her face. She touched the door closed in front of her, feeling a pain she'd never felt before. She leaned her forehead against the door and cried silently all her tears.
He got down off the ladders fast, trying not to think at her face, her mouth waiting to be kissed, her eyes, that tear.and how beautiful she looked in that moment. He mentally repeated to himself that what he'd just done was the right thing to do. It was right. It was his rule. No tie. But he suddenly stopped and raised his head up to the upper stairs. Never like in that moment, this rule looked so stupid and without sense.
It was because she was a virgin, he coldly repeated to himself. He'd been a stupid, he never went out with virgins, they were just problems. Sure. It was because of this. He massaged his chest with a hand. So why he felt this aching pain there, in the middle of the chest? He remained still for a second there, thinking. Then he shook his head and went away.
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A few time later.
She awoke with a sense of being observed by someone. She slowly opened her eyes meeting his eyes staring her. He was observing the features of her face as though he would have never seen it again, storing it in a safe place inside his heart.
She smiled warmly and stretched herself: "Hy" she whispered. He frowned a little: "You're. the most pure and clean thing ever happened in my life" he whispered her serious, following the line of his thoughts. She looked at him surprised by the sincerity of his words. They came from his heart. So unexpected, so beautiful.
He lifted his hand to brush away a tendril of hair that rested on her face. As his finger grazed her skin, she shivered. She looked at him. She could have stared into those eyes forever, there was something of mesmerizing, something of deep, his way to look at her that melted her heart. He was able to make her feel so beautiful and desirable. She approached, hissed herself on one elbow and kissed him on his lips. He held her protective in his arms.
"Why you didn't tell me" he asked her after a moment.
She shrugged: "It didn't matter" she said smiling quietly at him.
He stared at her serious, thinking. He wasn't convinced.
"Tell me what you want. Teach me" she suddenly asked him softly, dropping subject. She didn't want question. She gave him a sexy smile and caressed his chest. He looked at her as he was thinking to something and didn't answer.
She leaned against him and kissed him again, deeply. He answered to her kiss. When she stopped, his eyes had become darkened. She tried to remember what he'd done with her and so started to shyly caress him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply letting her do it. Satisfied by this, she started to place little breathless, rushing kisses on his chest. Then when she caressed with her lips his mouth, he grinned, his eyes glimmering of desire and his hands came up and closed on her naked shoulders and drew her to kiss him deeply. He held her in his arms and in the next hour he taught her lot of secrets about his and her bodies. When they stopped, they were both speechless, with no more strength, breathless.
It had been even better than before. Amazing, this was the perfect word for what it had been. She caressed his sweated chest. He gently took her chin and drove her to his mouth, delicately kissing her. When those sensations slowly faded, she opened her eyes. She was still in his arms and she'd never felt so good as she was now wanting that this night could last forever.
Little by little they came back to reality. She glanced at her alarm clock: 5.30 am. Soon it'd have been a new day. She didn't want to think about later. She closed her eyes and chased away all thoughts.
"You shouldn't let people like me come here" he suddenly told her thoughtful a few time later, breaking the silence.
She opened her eyes, finding herself leaned nearby him, rocked in his arms. She stared silently at the ceiling. "You deserve someone better" he continued.
She lifted her head up and looked at him. He was serious. She frowned. "What's that? An excuse for before?" she asked: " We're both adults and I wanted it as well as you" she toughly replied. She wouldn't had let him destroy that moment.
"You know who were the people with me at the table tonight?" he continued turning to look at her.
"My friends told me" she quietly replied.
"I could be a killer" he insisted.
"But it's not like that. You're the right hand of Matty Demaret and he would never go along with a killer" she replied serenely.
"And if I did dirty works for him?"
"I only know that you're different".
"I could be worst than them".
""But you're not".
"I'm proud of my work, of myself." He toughly replied.
"I know, and yet, you're looking for something.different. Maybe a change." she told him.
"What let you think that I'm not happy like I am"
"And what let you think of not being able to aim of something better".
"And if I didn't want to change?"
"You don't want or they don't want you to change" she corrected him.
He looked at her and was going to say something, then stopped catching his breath: "I can't" he suddenly admitted in a low tone.
"You can always change." she insisted: "Look at me. I'm here, I got an apartment a job, but I could leave tomorrow and change!"
"No, you don't understand! We are sons of mobs. What kind of future might have the son of a mob ? What different life we might search? There isn't one!"
"There is always one. There is always a second chance. You can make it happen!" she insisted convinced.
"No. You're wrong. It never happens" he replied tough.
"I only know that.that if you had one, you could be someone better. You're a good person, basically".
"You're a romantic dreamer" he said shacking his head, as to refuse her words, as they were pointless.
"Maybe.." She breathed deeply: " Maybe, it's like you say" she said shrugging. Then she looked at him: "You can tell me whatever you want, but you know, as well as me, that I'm right" she ended, not giving up.
He turned his face to look at her, meeting her gaze, touched by her words. She suddenly smiled so innocently and spontaneous and direct that he couldn't help but grin at her. He caressed thoughtfully her face with his finger. Then as he was shacking himself from a trance, he blinked his eyes and breathed deeply: " Gotta go now" he murmured. She swallowed. The time she'd avoided to think at, had come.
He didn't wait no more and stood up starting to pick up his clothes wearing himself. She silently followed him standing up and wearing an oversized t-shirt. "Will I see you again" she asked him quietly.
"It's improbable" he said decisive not even looking at her but just paying attention on what he was doing.
She stopped and looked at him: "Taylor." She swallowed dumbfounded.
"Told you. I'm not that kind of man" he said coldly.
"Yes. You told me" she sadly replied. What did you expect? She asked to herself shacking her head.
He ended to dress himself wearing his T-shirt and stared back at her serious. Here he was again, the same guy she'd met a few hours before: cold and far.
"Don't wait for me, Marie Jane".
She looked at him speechless for a moment, then nodded: "Ok" she whispered swallowing and frowning, looking for her own things. He observed her putting nervously in order her dresses. Then she reached him. She felt her throat closed by the emotion. She was going to cry. She forced herself to control. He sure didn't want to see that. But her eyes shone. He looked at her without saying a word.
"Whatever you'll decide to do, we." she paused breathing deeply: "I think you're someone special, Taylor Reese" she said honestly in a whisper trying to regain her control: "I whish you all the best for your life" she ended with a little smile trying to look serene and sure of herself. He frowned dumbfounded. He was taking leave of her and.she was there, still encouraging him.
They reached the door. He turned to look at her, his stare undecipherable. She looked at him for one, last, long time trying to memorise the lines of his face, but already knowing that she would have never forgotten him. He suddenly bent on her as he was going to kiss her for one last time. She closed her eyes waiting for it and a tear escaped crossing her face. He stared at her. Her face enlightened by the first rose ray of light of the new day, her tear shining like a diamond slowly caressing her face. He held his breath and frowned. Suddenly changing his mind, he opened the door and went away without a word.
She opened her eyes and now, tears came down wildly on her face. She touched the door closed in front of her, feeling a pain she'd never felt before. She leaned her forehead against the door and cried silently all her tears.
He got down off the ladders fast, trying not to think at her face, her mouth waiting to be kissed, her eyes, that tear.and how beautiful she looked in that moment. He mentally repeated to himself that what he'd just done was the right thing to do. It was right. It was his rule. No tie. But he suddenly stopped and raised his head up to the upper stairs. Never like in that moment, this rule looked so stupid and without sense.
It was because she was a virgin, he coldly repeated to himself. He'd been a stupid, he never went out with virgins, they were just problems. Sure. It was because of this. He massaged his chest with a hand. So why he felt this aching pain there, in the middle of the chest? He remained still for a second there, thinking. Then he shook his head and went away.
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