even in my arms, she could leave me speechless just by looking at her.
Those orange strands of hers that now had tiny bits of white strands to join the golden ones, and the way her brown eyes would easily shift to golden ones with threads of orange and white was so alluring. Her skin was still rich with life, no matter the slight blemishes and brushes from the crazy madness that the exam brought.
No matter the darkness that fought to consume us, she'd managed to remind me of the light and saved us from many years of agony.
If not a lifetime of grief.
She’d changed from the sixteen-year-old freshmen who had no friends and wished to meet new people to the soon to be twenty, magnificent woman who many looked up to and wished to be friends with.
I'd gotten the privilege to go beyond that. To be more than just her friend, and become a lover. I had every opportunity now to take us to that next level. To that moment I craved going to while I laid kisses along her naked flesh and listened to the soft sounds of her delicate voice that surely would have begged me to continue.
I swallowed hard at the idea, all while I took in her beauty once more.
"Why did you put me on the windowsill?" Her innocent question made my heart soar with love for her, my face inching closer to hers.
"So I can kiss you under the moonlight," I whispered and sealed her lips with mine.
Kissing her brought a wave of enlightenment, though my body yearned for more, but I kept my heightened desires in line, remembering my declaration before the new year.
“I want to experience passion with you, Brianne Harlow, but I want to do it in my happiest moments. Not after a dramatic event or a tragedy. Passion can heal, but I want to remember having you when we're enjoying the finest moments life brings. I'm still sad, but I'm getting better, and once I can stop lingering on the past, we’ll enjoy a blissful adventure under the sheets."
My words were still valid. The desire to take Brianne between my sheets was a goal I'd yet to reach. I may have not experienced a tragedy like the other moments of alone time we'd shared, but I hadn't reached that level of happiness, that dramatic joy that would make enjoying Brianne's lovely body, our mindful connection, and the emotional bonding of unity more spectacular.
I wanted her to enjoy me at my fullest. Where she can take in every bit of me and not the broken pieces shattered by the heartbreaks of life and the lingering open wounds that still bled in agony.
My expectation may have been unrealistic and almost impossible to achieve, but I had hope in myself and the journey ahead that I'd be able to obtain that golden opportunity.
I just have to be patient.
"Finnick," Bri moaned after she broke the heated kiss, the two of us breathing heavily while our eyes got lost in each other's lustful gaze.
"I'm glad you’re okay," I whispered against her lips before pressing mine gently against hers to deliver a calming kiss. She kissed me back but allowed me to take control of the sensational connection that begged to be expanded.
To grow to levels of desperation before leading to more pleasurable avenues.
"Likewise," she joked before scanning my expression. "Are you worried about something?"
"Not really," I admitted. "I'm glad to know what this crystal really is."
"That's true," she agreed as her eyes lowered to the very green object. "A golden bow from the God of Creation, huh. We should look that up."
"Would it be cheesy to say I did a little while ago?" I sheepishly admitted.
"That's not cheesy!" she emphasized and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Spill!"
I laughed at her excitement, like I'd learned some sort of knowledge she'd yet to obtain with her great catalog of wisdom that lived within her brain.
"The God of Creation is one who helps Mother Nature become the vast beauty she is. As if Earth were his canvas, he took in all the requests of what Mother Nature desired and created them with a golden paintbrush. Earth became one of his cherished masterpieces because her beauty would grow and expand while creating and supporting life in return," I explained.
"But you have a golden bow," she pointed out with the cutest pout on her lips. I couldn't help but tug her bottom lip, the swollen part so nice to tease