** CHAPTER 69 **
House instinctively took a step in Cuddy's direction, but without moving, she stopped him dead in his tracks with a compellingly powerful stare which, within a split second, said to him more than a thousand words could have.
He silently complied and stayed rooted to his spot, just beside the couch, a few feet away from her and the door that was still ajar. His head was buzzing as if a million bees had been trapped inside his brain.
He vaguely heard Candy embarrassingly reeling off a story to explain that she had lost the key to her gym's locker room and that it must have fallen off her purse in his room the last time she was there.
But House didn't care.
All he could see was Cuddy's hand, so forcefully clutching the doorknob that her knuckles were snow-white. And at the moment, while he was still processing the situation and weighing his options, her hand was the only thing he dared to look at, even though he could feel her intense gaze on him, and he was dying to meet her eyes. But the mere idea of what he'd read in those eyes made his ears buzz even louder so he opted to keep his head down instead.
"I assume you already know your way," House heard Cuddy's voice say.
It was a dull voice, toneless, husky and low. And she was not asking. She was commanding Candy to go there and get whatever object she'd come here to claim. In response, the high-pitched voice of the hooker let out a relieved exclamation to confirm that she indeed knew, and she walked past Cuddy, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor all the way down to House's room.
As soon as Candy disappeared, House limped toward the door, regardless of the warning, almost panicked glare that Cuddy instantly shot him when she saw him approach. He stopped right in front of her, and his gaze finally locked with her burning eyes. No word, no sound, nothing was uttered. He wanted to hold her, shake her, touch her, but he was paralyzed, so he didn't move.
They could have stood on a small rock and planet Earth could have disappeared under their feet, neither one of them would have noticed. They were facing each other and the silence between them was so heavy, it could have been cut in slices with a knife. A minute or two passed and finally, Candy reappeared, waving a set of keys in the air triumphantly, as if to prove she really had a reason to show up.
"I'm sorry I've intruded," she said, with a sorry voice, standing between them at the door. She turned her head successively from Cuddy to House. "I came the other day, but nobody was here. And not the days after either," she whispered, her voice becoming almost inaudible.
House wasn't even looking at her. The only pair of eyes he was drawn to, was the steel-grey ocean that was staring at him, glistening with tears that threatened to fall each extra second that was passing by, excruciatingly slowly.
He saw Cuddy bite her lower lip, at the exact same time he felt the stranger touch of a hand lightly brushing his arm. His head jerked to the side at the sensation, and he shot daggers at Candy, who'd just unconsciously tried to catch his attention by reaching out to touch him. Candy met House's glower and she instantly removed her hand, as if it'd come in contact with embers.
"I wanted to see if you were okay," she said, looking at him with a sincerely concerned face, "Truth is I don't really need my key, I have a spare one."
She took a deep breath and shifted from foot to foot, so obviously sweating uneasiness through every pore of her exposed skin. But she gathered her strength and dared to turn her head to face Cuddy.
"I know what it looks like," she said bravely, gulping, "but this is not what you think-"
Cuddy gaped and she took her eyes off of Candy's long enough to lock eyes with House. Maybe that was a signal, or maybe it was just because the room was spinning so hard that he now really needed all of this to end, but what he read in Cuddy's eyes as a beseeching prayer to make it stop suddenly jerked him out of his silent passivity and he grabbed Candy's arm, as gently as he could but with an undeniable urge to push her outside.
"Listen, that's… nice of you to worry but I'm fine," he interrupted with a hoarse groan.
"And your leg?" She turned to face Cuddy again. "You know, last time, I came to massage his leg. That's all. I only-"
House tightened his grasp on Candy's arm, and she stopped in the middle of her sentence, setting her lips firmly, while he guided her toward the door with intent. He became suddenly aware of him gripping her tightly, and he let go of her a bit abruptly, and Candy instantly moved away from him, stumbling to the door on her own.
Cuddy, silent witness of this surreal scene, looked down at her bare feet, feeling small and fragile, and she took a deep breath, proof of her undeniable relief to see Candy finally leave, almost as if she needed that to be able to finally cling to what she thought was her reality only moments before. Her perfect reality.
The hooker glanced one last time at House with genuinely sorry eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. Cuddy stared at her with a piercing, quizzical gaze, and then, without a word, she suddenly walked away, decidedly pacing toward the bathroom. When she brushed past him, House instinctively grabbed hold of her wrist and tried to hold her back.
Cuddy stopped and turned around, looking at his hand holding her, then at him, long enough for him to read the unsaid words that her eyes were silently shouting at him: "Let go of me," it said, and so he did, unquestioning. He let go of her wrist and Cuddy instantly disappeared into the hallway.
"I'm sorry I've intruded," Candy repeated once more, which made House jump at the sound.
He cocked his head in her direction, with a baffled expression, as if he'd already forgotten her presence. Candy sighed embarrassingly. Then she pulled the door open wider and left.
For another few seconds, the sound of her high heels tapping on the tiled floor resonated in the lobby, then he heard the sound of the building door being shut down with a muffled click and finally, silence invaded the room again.
House gulped and closed the door of his apartment. His hand still on the doorknob, he took two long, ragged breaths, in, and out, thinking that life was an ironic bitch that must really wish him to live in hell.
He took a minute to gather his strength, and he straightened up then limped toward the bathroom to join Cuddy and be crushed like he thought he surely deserved to be. When he arrived at the doorsill, she was standing in front of the washstand, facing the mirror.
"Don't come in," she commanded, without turning around, just staring at his reflection in the mirror.
House sucked in a sharp breath, and he stopped right where he was, locking eyes with her through the mirror.
"Can I explain?"
"No."
He briefly took his eyes off her face and glanced at her hands. She was gripping the edges of the washstand firmly as if she needed to hold on to something steady to keep her on her feet.
"Just answer my questions," she said with a thready voice.
"Ok."
"That… girl, what's her name?"
"Candy."
Cuddy smirked bitterly at House's unhesitant answer.
"Did you sleep with her?"
"No."
"I don't mean the last time she came here-"
"I know what you mean. The answer's still no. I never slept with her."
"Yeah, not with her."
"Not with her, no." House sighed heavily, as the shadow of the hookers that have creased his sheets once, almost in another life, came haunting his memory.
Sorrow clouded his face over, and he took a small step inside.
"Cuddy-"
"Please don't talk," she whispered evenly.
He froze and fell silent. She bowed her head, and he lost sight of her gaze in the mirror. Then she started to sob, almost silently, and House couldn't bear it.
He paced further inside and came behind her, tentatively putting his hands on her hips and sliding them on her midriff to wrap her in his arms. Her frame felt so frail and petite along his large, tall body. He enveloped her securely and pressed her delicately against his chest.
She neither pushed him away nor resisted but instead, she slowly tilted her head back and leaned on his collarbone, closing her eyes and taking a long, shuddering breath.
"Let me explain," he tried again.
"No. I don't need explanations. I believe her when she said she only came to massage your leg."
"You do?" House asked incredulously, an immense feeling of relief invading his tense body.
He slightly bent over and rested his chin atop her shoulder. Cuddy re-opened her eyes and their gaze locked in the mirror again.
"I hate myself," she said, suddenly. House's eyes widened in disbelief. "It's my fault if you had to call her," she explained in a faint voice.
He slowly straightened up and grabbed her by the shoulders gently. With a light pressure, he made her turn around inside his embrace to face him. When she did, he cautiously raised his hand to her face and softly wiped away a tear from her cheekbone with his thumb
"That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard you say," he declared. "And you do say a lot of stupid things," he added after a short pause.
A shy smile flickered on the corner of Cuddy's lips, and he felt a light shiver running up and down his spine.
"When have you ever been responsible of the pain I feel in my leg?" he asked, offering her his unconditional surrender within a candid grin.
She shrugged and pouted sulkily. The mesmerizing sparkle that usually glittered in her incredibly translucent gaze lit again, and the burden that had felt like a million tons on House's chest disappeared in an instant. He pulled her closer to him, and she wound her arms around his neck, hanging her hands loose behind his nape.
"Kiss me," she whispered in a blow, raising her chin to bring her face higher, almost touching his lips.
He leaned down and he took her mouth. He brushed her tongue with his, bit the pulp of her lips and slid to the side, following her jaw line. She threw her head back and, with a murmur, she claimed his most delightful apologies.
"Kiss me the way you love me."
House stopped his teasing nibbling almost instantly and drew back. He sustained her intense, almost daring look and stared at her quizzically. She blinked a few times, and a gasp escaped her lips, betraying her yearning anticipation.
Somehow, he knew that she expected him to squash her against the wall and smother her face and neck with eager, biting kisses but he smiled instead and raised his hand to her face, slowly. With the tip of his index, he shut her eyelids close, and then he slid his fingers through her hair to cup her skull inside his hand.
He leaned down and when his lips came in contact with the delicate skin of one of her eyelids, he pressed the softest kiss on it, brushing her eyelashes and scarcely rubbing his nose through her brow. Then he moved to her other eye and repeated the process.
She shuddered and put her left hand flat on his torso. From her eyelid, he leisurely slid to her temple, and he kissed her again. Then he inhaled her skin deeply, right there, on the gracious bump of her cheekbone, before moving to her neck, where he carefully grazed her skin with his stubble, with a rougher but gentle stroke.
She moaned and her fingers clutched his chest, and he felt her nails digging into his flesh through the fabric of his tee-shirt. He rested his mouth on the warm spot of her pulse point and felt her heartbeats pulsating in her jugular, making the pulp of his lips vibrate. The sensation was spellbinding.
He closed his eyes while the hand he had on her waist started to move, almost of its own volition, caressing her curvaceous side and travelling up to the roundness of her breasts. The urge to taste her mouth again came right after and he climbed back to her face, sucking her lips thirstily, with growing lust, untamable passion, and fierce, shameless, possessiveness.
Because that's how he intended to show her how he loved her.
Cuddy responded to his kiss with the same unrestrained abandon and as the yearning between them became uncontainable, she yanked him toward her, taking one step backward to lean her body against the washstand.
He followed her compelling grip and once the small of her back hit the edge of the basin, she pushed herself up on her feet a little to sit on it and wrapped her legs around his waist. She avidly proceeded to undress him but as his tee-shirt was halfway up his torso and ready to be taken off, the doorbell suddenly rang again.
"Fuck!" Cuddy exclaimed, expressing her frustration with a spontaneous outburst.
She removed her legs from House's hips to set him free and slid his tee-shirt down again on his abdomen. He pulled back and looked at her with an incredibly fond smile.
"I guess it really must be pizza guy this time," he stated squarely.
"Are you sure it's not another one of your personal masseuses?" she asked with a warning gaze.
He rolled his eyes, but reason commanded him to avoid commenting. The bell rang again, echoing into the hallway.
"Coming!" House shouted turning his head in the direction of the door, while staying perfectly immobile, nonetheless.
Cuddy arched her eyebrows quizzically but when he gestured conspicuously at his bulging crotch, she couldn't repress a laugh and she hopped off the washstand.
"I guess I better go get the pizzas myself," she said, with a bit of teasing playfulness in her voice, patting him comprehensively on the side of his arm.
"Yeah, you're right! We'll certainly have more chance to get a discount if you're the one showing at the door with these very noticeably erect nipples," he answered without missing a bit.
Cuddy gaped and instantly glanced down at her boobs, feeling the need to check by herself, which made House laugh as he caught her expression when she realized her nipples looked perfectly normal. She shook her head and left, hastily running to the door, while a third ringing resonated into the entry.
When she left, House looked at his reflection in the mirror and let out a heavy sigh of relief. Surely, he was a lucky bastard. He didn't believe in God, so he didn't really know who or what to thank, but whichever was responsible for it, it didn't let him down this time, and it felt right.
When he'd seen Candy at his doorstep, there were a million reasons why he thought it'd go wrong, even though none of them would have been justified. But he was so used to bad Karma. In one second, it was as if he'd been projected back to the week before, when he was still feeling so miserably lost without Cuddy. He could see himself passed out, high on Vicodin, and lying on the floor in the middle of a Bourbon puddle and the broken bottle shards, and the memory terrified him.
Because if there was something he couldn't afford to live twice, not even in his worst nightmares, it was precisely that: The excruciating experience of thinking he'd lost her. He cupped his face in his palms and took several long and calming breaths.
His erection was gone, and he was starting to wonder what the heck Cuddy was doing at the door, or why it was taking her so long to pay for two pizzas. A little bit intrigued, even slightly worried, House limped out of the bathroom and to his living room. When he entered, Cuddy had just closed the door. She turned to face him with two cardboard boxes and a bottle of wine in her hands.
"Pizzas are here!" she announced with a wide, happy smile. "And look: Delivery guy said Gianni offers us the wine!"
"Wow!" House answered, with an incredulous frown. "So, the erect nipples did actually do the trick!"
"No, you idiot!" she said, chuckling. "Apparently, the cook messed up with our pizzas' ingredients, adding vegetables to your pepperoni, and cheese to my vegetables. Anyway, he had to redo them and that's why the delivery took longer than usual, so Gianni offers us a bottle of wine to apologize for the delay. Nice, right?"
House smiled at her obvious, almost childlike excitation. Cuddy walked to the couch and put the boxes and the bottle down on the coffee table carefully. She literally slouched down in the sofa next and, opening the boxes, she grabbed one slice of her pizza and greedily took a bite.
"Hmm, tastes good. Can you get some glasses for the wine, please?" she said, humming appreciatively with her mouth full.
"Ok, so all it takes is a tasteless pizza crammed with vegetables and a bottle of Chianti, and suddenly you completely forget about your priorities, like, barely five minutes ago, you were about to rip off my clothes and have sex with me in the bathroom?" House exclaimed, in mock shock.
"Yeah, coz then I remembered I was starving," she answered, chuckling.
"That is so unfair!"
"And I'm thirsty, too. So, bring glasses!" she urged him, pointing at the bottle with her chin.
"Alcoholic!" he teased, limping to the kitchen.
"Sex maniac!" she teased back, with laughter in her voice.
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The bottle of Chianti was nearly empty, and on the table, the open cardboard boxes were now filled with crumbles of pizzas. Cuddy heaved a deep sigh of fulfillment and leaned to the side to nuzzle House's chest. He instantly enclosed her in his arms and held her secure against him.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," she whispered, almost to herself, gently rubbing her cheek on his torso. House squeezed her tighter against him.
"Doh, not me!" he exclaimed, surprising her enough to make her straighten up and look at him quizzically.
"I mean, I wish we had sex!" he clarified with a beaming smile.
She laughed and pulled away from his embrace.
"Aw, you know you'll always win me with romantic lines like that, you, smooth talker!" she answered, getting up.
House watched her take a few steps away without quite registering the scene.
"You know it's better if we're in the same room to have sex, right?" he heard her hoarse, sexy voice call him, as it was already coming from the end of the hallway.
He instantly got off the couch and joined her in his bedroom.
How she managed to take off her clothes so fast, House really had no idea. But he sure didn't complain! When he entered the room, Cuddy was standing beside the bed, only wearing her underwear and the way she so eagerly proceeded with the unbuttoning of his pants as soon as he came near her, left very few doubts about the urgency of her desire for him.
House didn't need more to be perfectly turned on already. He grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her down on the mattress with him, nibbling her lips and stroking her bare skin in a train of disorganized and impatient gestures.
"No foreplay? Oh-ho, you naughty girl," he guffawed against her lips, taking hold of her bra hook.
Cuddy stopped him in his fit and, extricating herself from his embrace, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him with a mysterious smile.
"Oh, but trust me, there will be foreplay."
Before he could react or answer anything, she got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Within the next seconds, he heard the characteristic sounds of her frantically rummaging through his stuff.
"What are you doing?" he asked, baffled, trying hard to resist the urge to go check by himself.
"Stay right where you are!" she said from inside the bathroom, surprising him with the perfect synchronicity of her command, as he was just about to get up and go see what all that racket was about.
The noise suddenly ceased, and the next instant, Cuddy stood at the threshold, looking at him with feline eyes, holding something in her hand.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Lie down," she instructed, ignoring his question.
She walked to the bed, and he docilely complied. She kneeled down next to him on the mattress, and he looked quizzically at the tube she put on the nightstand.
"Biafin? I know you like to play dominatrix but tell me it's not going to be one of those foreplays where you burn me with hot candle wax, is it?" he asked, a little bit suspiciously, but with a roguish smile.
She rolled her eyes and chortled.
"No, you idiot."
"Then what?"
She looked at him with a sheepish smile then slowly leaned down to his face and put a delicate kiss on the corner of his lips.
"You don't need anyone to massage your leg now. You have me."
A delicious shiver ran through his body at the promise, but was quickly replaced by a frown, as he looked at her dubiously.
"And Biafin!" he added, half-teasing, half-incredulous, hiding his puzzlement behind a joke.
"I was hoping to find body oil or something more appropriate, but it seemed that it's the only tube of decent emulsion you have, so-"
"Yeah sorry, that's coz I used all the scented coconut oil last week for a skin care and I didn't have time to stop at the drugstore yet."
She smacked him on the chest and deliberately shifted away from him on the mattress.
"Ok, go ahead, mock me!" she said, pouting. "If you don't want me to massage you then, it's fine, it's-"
She couldn't finish her sentence because he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down to him. She toppled on top of him, and he imprisoned her inside his arms.
"You drank too much wine," he said tenderly.
"I did not!" she protested.
He loosened his grip and rolled her to the side to face her, silently studying her.
"I can massage your leg," she said, with a sulky voice.
"Yes, you can," he answered evenly.
"I want to," she insisted, lowering her eyes.
"Cuddy-" He sighed and put out his hand to caress her cheek, but she kept her head down, stubbornly. "Look at me … Candy only massaged me to relieve the feeling of pain because my leg hurt-"
"And you're saying that I can't?" She puffed bitterly.
"No. But I don't want you to think that there was anything sexual about it."
She bit her lip, and he kept her face up, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"And you certainly don't need to start thinking you have to massage my leg to turn me on either-"
"I'm not," she defended herself.
"Good. Then forget about my leg and the stupid Biafin and… just screw me senseless instead," he told her with an irresistible smile.
His mischievous poise was all she needed to draw her assertiveness from. She sent him a challenging look and sat up on the mattress again. She slid his jeans off his legs, while he finished getting rid of his tee-shirt. Lying on the bed next to her, now wearing only his boxers, House shivered in anticipation when she unhooked her bra and tossed it off-handedly on the floor behind her. Then she bent over his chest and started to trace a winding line of voluptuous kisses, starting at his collarbone and lasciviously sliding down to his abdomen, while her bare breasts brushed his skin along the way.
She trailed slowly past his midriff and teased the skin around his belly button with the tip of her tongue, nibbling gently at the flesh. Incapable of resisting any longer, House cupped one of her breasts in his hand and stroked it softly inside his palm. Moaning appreciatively, she grabbed hold of his other hand and guided it to the small of her back where it just about stayed, before sliding inside her panties and gripping her ass cheek tightly.
Cuddy straightened up and she searched for his gaze. The light blue color of his eyes had darkened with desire, and he stared at her lustfully. She leaned down to his face and she kissed him avidly, but not hurriedly, greedily but not selfishly. She brushed his closed lips with hers and when the burning contact made him gasp, she thrust her tongue between his teeth, twirling it with his but tantalizingly breaking away from him after a few strokes.
He instantly reacted by placing a hand behind her skull to pull her back to him, claiming her mouth again, and setting the pace of their next kiss, already one step further into impatient yearning, passion making them pant loudly already. She answered to his arousing need, biting and chewing his lips, fighting to be the one to swallow his tongue deeper into her sweetened mouth, while covering his bulging, hard member with her hand over the cloth of his boxers.
He bucked his hips and clutched her arm at the sensation of her touch over the undeniable proof of his desire for her. The sound of the moan that came along, bearing witness to his total surrendering to her, gave her a delightful, almost forbidden awareness of her absolute power over him. The way he simply waited for her to decide and do whatever she wanted to do with him made her shudder in delight, sending waves of pleasure through her body, like electric impulses into a wire.
Aroused beyond reason too, though trying to control herself, she drew apart from his lips and hastily got rid of her panties. Naked above him, she skittered down to his lower abdomen, at a deliberate pace. She just had to slide her fingers underneath the elastic waistband of his boxers and House let out an incoherent grunt, unquestionably conveying his keenness.
Cuddy laughed hoarsely and she stripped him off the last remaining piece of fabric that still held his erection captive. Finally liberating a hardness that she knew was hers and hers alone, she claimed the power she had over him then, and sensually stroked his shaft up and down its silky length, enjoying the little jolts she was causing to it with her caresses.
Then, irrepressibly drawn to it, she slowly leaned closer, feeling House's arousal about to reach its climax. She was just inches far from the tip of his erection and she kissed it softly, rubbing the sides of his thighs with the palms of her hands at the same time. He groaned his pleasure, wriggling underneath her, barely taking it anymore.
"Cuddy, fuck, you're killing me!" he hissed through clenched teeth, trying to hold back the growing urge to thrust up.
She raised her head, and, for a split second, she caught a glimpse of that elated expression on his face, and she smiled, before leaning down again to take him inside her mouth, gradually easing down its length with a hum. She licked the seam with the tip of her tongue a few times, and he let out a throaty, appreciative groan. Then she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him deep into her mouth.
House stilled his hips and seized her shoulders, digging his nails into her skin while she licked him all the way up and did it again, taking him into her mouth, rubbing his length against the roof of her mouth, again and again, and soon, the sound if his unrestrained moans let her know he was undeniably hurtling near the edge.
She stopped before he could climax and straightened up, impatiently straddling him and grabbing his erection in her hands to guide him inside her, the eagerness of her love and desire for him leaving him neither respite nor time to catch his breath.
If the fervor of the foreplays had undeniably turned him on, Cuddy was not to be outdone and the perfect wetness of her core allowed her to welcome him deep inside her in one slick thrust. Her walls instantly clenched around his shaft tightly and it made her gasp loudly when she arched her back, pushing herself deeper into him.
House clutched her waist with his fingers, and she put her hands flat on his torso, so she could begin the swaying dance of their lovemaking. It started slowly, with deliberate, unhurried back-and-forth motions of her hips. She ground his groin with intentional pression of her ass on his pelvis and he hummed lasciviously. Then, she started speeding up her pace and she felt his knuckles digging into her curves.
The marvel of their bodies, clasped and entwined, shamelessly making love, was an intoxicating mix of burns, shivers, contractions, relaxations, sucking up, pushing out, and the absolute contradiction of this train of sensations was triggering nothing but pure bliss.
She kept riding him feverishly, rocking faster and harder with each shove and at the peak of her up-and-down movements, the sweet dizziness of growing orgasm pervaded her, and she collapsed onto his chest, burying her face into his neck and panting against his sweating skin. He tightened his grasp around her waist and took over, steadily thrusting inside her and jiggling her up with his shoves to catch up with her pleasure and seek after his own release.
He wasn't expecting her to come so fast, or so loud, and the rapturous cries she drawled into his ear took him by surprise. A sweet surprise that cut his efforts short as he came right after her, his body quaking beneath her, following the rhythm of her jerking muscles in perfect sync.
As soon as the orgasmic wave that had crashed them both started to gradually withdraw, he enfolded her in his arms and kissed the round shape of her shoulder gently, cradling her against his chest and waiting for her breath to return to normal. After a silent moment, he carefully pulled out, lifting her above him and she rolled to the side, while he drew the sheets out to allow them to slip underneath.
Once they both lay beneath the covers, she instantly nuzzled him, the need to feel the warmth of his skin along hers barely enduring few seconds of contact loss. He tickled her back with the tip of his fingers lightly and kissed her hair.
Everything fell silent in the room again and House dared enjoy it as another stolen moment, that he'd won in the battle against his loneliness and misery and that he'd once thought he would never win.
The next thing that disturbed that perfect moment of blissful stillness was the sound of Cuddy adorably snoring, almost like a cat purring against him.
In awe, House wrapped her slumbering body closer and heaved a sigh of plain satisfaction, closing his eyes and feeling comfortably and perfectly numb.
A/N
You are such extraordinary readers! thank you to all of you! I loved each one of your comments. they made me smile :-)
So, you wanted a jealous Cuddy? and an argument?... ha-ha, you're crazy! And I'm a rebel so I chose the opposite path... but that tells me you still crave drama, don't you? Hmm, good thing you do, then! (ooh, shocking suspense here…)
Anyway, just so you know, I didn't intend to write a sex scene in that chapter at first. To be honest, I would have stopped it at the "Alcoholic" – "Sex maniac!" lines. But since you seemed to need some hot, make up scene so badly, I decided to push the writing of this chapter a little further, even though there wasn't even an argument to make up for! lol
See? because that's how much I love you, my lovely, wonderful readers! ;-)
And yay: summer! (at least for North Hemisphere) so enjoy it, stock some sun, capture bright lights, smell sweet scents of juicy fruits, bathe in the sea if you can, sleep under the moon… be naughty, be crazy, be happy!
And may September come fast… ~ maya