Chapter 2 - The obsidian

Her gaze, her touch, her lips, her body. I want them ALL. They’re all MINE. The intensity of my desire, it’s like a fire burning within my inside, consuming me in every way. The way her gaze lingers on me, her touch on my body, sending shivers down my spine. Her lips are so close yet so tantalizingly out of reach. And her body, oh god, her body. I want to claim it, to possess it completely.

But I can’t, I won’t, she’s not mine to take, not like this. Not when she’s drunk and vulnerable. Her inhibitions were stripped away by the alcohol. I have to resist the urge to give in to my primal needs, to take what I want without her knowledge.

So I fight against the raging desire within me, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. I have to take care of her, to make sure she gets home safely, even if it means denying myself the pleasure I crave. As I guide her out of the club, she suddenly stumbles upon a rock and fall. Making her knees scraped. She whimpered in response, “shit! You bastard!” She screamed as she gripped on my hair, cursing me. “Fuck Amelia! My hair!” I winced in pain. “You bastard! How could you..you–”

Before she could finish, her words were suddenly cut off by her vomiting, the stench of alcohol and vomit filled the air. I sighed heavily, Ignoring her protests, I knelt down beside her, gently rubbing her back as she continued to empty her stomach. And as I held her hair back and whispered words of comfort, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, even after all this time, I still couldn’t ignore my feelings for her.

After a while, her vomiting subsided, leaving her slumped against the pavement, her eyes slowly closed as she drifted to sleep or she probably fainted again, I chuckled, looking at her plump red cheeks. With a deep breath, I carefully lifted her into my arms, cradling her gently as I began to make my way back to her apartment. I couldn’t help but feel slightly happy because for the first time, I could hold her in my hands.

Finally, we reached her apartment, and I carefully laid her down on the couch, tucking a blanket around her to keep her warm. I fetched a bowl of water and a clean cloth, gently dabbing at the scrapes on her knees and cleaning away the traces of vomit that clung to her skin. As I returned after fetching some warm water, I heard the sound of rustling coming from where Amelia lay on the couch. Concerned, I hurried over, only to find her struggling to remove her clothes, a look of discomfort etched on her face. "Lia, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice filled with concern as I gently reached out to stop her. But before I could react, she managed to undo the buttons of her shirt, revealing more of her skin beneath. I could feel my heart banging against my chest as I watched her, my gaze inadvertently drawn to her chest. At that moment, I immediately came back to my senses and turned my back.

After a while of rustling, she finally stopped and lay back on the couch, her breathing heavy and labored. I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that she had ceased her attempts to undress herself. Slowly, I approached her, trying to contain myself as I resumed my task of taking care of her, gently dabbing at her scraped knees with the warm water and cloth. I sighed heavily, “Amelia, you’re really going to drive  me insane.”

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