Aurelia

​His body turns still as a statue.

​My heart pounds like a jackhammer behind my ribcage. It’s the first time I’ve let myself come in contact with him since the incident this weekend. Maybe it’s because I’m pretending to be who I’m not, but right now, I’m not holding unto any lingering resentment.

​All I can feel is the burn underneath my palms from where I’m touching him.

​I’m bracing my hands on his knees, my breasts in direct line with his face. He’d barely have to lean forward to take one of my nipples in his mouth. I rub my thighs together, my body longing for the sweet suction.

I feel the blood cool in my veins, my hands trembling as I hold on to him for dear life.

​His jaw tenses, and my gaze slide up to his eyes, only to realize he isn’t even paying any attention to my bare breasts, but he’s looking right into my eyes. The intensity behind his stare makes my throat close up.

​The look is a blur between darkness and cold fury. I cant tell which exactly. Or the cause for it, but