18| Mine

Eva

Feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, I placed my hand in his and allowed him to lead me out onto the floor. The soft music playing in the background seemed to echo the rapid beating of my heart.

As we swayed to the music, He was standing so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his body through our clothes. His hand was firmly planted on my waist, guiding me in the dance. His other hand was holding mine, our fingers interlocked. I could feel the callouses on his palm rough against my skin, a delicious sensation.

As we danced, He suddenly leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing my ear. The sudden closeness made my heart race, and I could feel the heat of his breath sending shivers down my neck.

He broke the silence, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "I can't wait any longer," he whispered in my ear. "Will you be mine?"

I was completely stunned by His unexpected confession. The music, the dance, everything around me seemed to fade into the background as I tried to process what he had just said. My mind was a jumble of emotions – shock, confusion, and... excitement?

He continued, his voice low and intense. "When I first saw you at the party, I couldn't take my eyes off you," he said. "You're the first and last girl to capture my attention." His hand on my waist tightened slightly, holding me closer to him.

His voice dropped even lower, a hint of vulnerability in it. "Because of you i know the heaven without death ,You can't even imagine what you do to me, Eva," he murmured. "I feel lost without you. You're like a drug, and I'm addicted to you, your eyes stole all my words away . My heart is so full of you , I can hardly call it my own "

And He looked at me , like there was something in Me worth looking at .....

I know it's too early for yo-He was in the middle of speaking when I silenced him by suddenly smashing my lips against his, cutting off his sentence. The kiss was impulsive, fueled by the heat of the moment and the whirlwind of emotions coursing through my body.

He was caught off guard for a second, his body stiffening in surprise at my unexpected move. But then, he quickly responded, returning the kiss with a fierce, hungry passion. His lips moved against mine desperately, as if he was drowning, and I was the only lifeline.

With every second, His kiss was becoming deeper and more intense. His lips moved urgently against mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I willingly opened my lips, allowing him access, and our tongues met in a frenzied dance of desire.

His tongue delved into my mouth as if he was devouring it, hungrily exploring every inch of me. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer to him so that our bodies were flush together, his fingertips tracing a burning trail over the bare skin at my waist.

He was reluctant to break the kiss at first, seemingly lost in the moment. But then, feeling me tap his shoulder to signal for air, he slowly pulled back, though not without a soft murmur of complaint. He released my mouth, though his fingers remained on my waist, keeping our bodies close together.

The way you feel when you kiss him  for the first time. Like fire within your bones. Like your soul has returned to the water. Like every part of you that came  from a dead star  is alive again............

He leaned in, his lips close to my ear, and whispered huskily, "Breathe, Tesoro." His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine, and the Italian pet name sent a flutter through me.

I was so caught up in the intensity of the moment that I had completely forgotten about the need to breathe. His whispered reminder broke through my reverie, and I took a deep, shaky breath, realizing that I had been holding my breath since our kiss started.

I could feel my cheeks heating up, turning a bright shade of crimson as our bodies remained pressed together. The heat from His body, the intensity of our kiss, and the thrill of the moment had left me breathless and flushing with a rosy hue.

He noticed the rosy blush spreading across my cheeks and smirked at my flustered state. "Looks like someone's a little flustered," he teased, his fingers gently caressing my burning face.

"I can't help it," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed at how easily he could affect me. "You make me...lose my cool."

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is just the beginning, darling," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You haven't seen anything yet."

My eyes widened in surprise as I looked up at Him, his words sending chills down my spine. He held my gaze, a wolfish grin playing on his lips, as if he was already plotting the next step in his plan to turn me into a blushing mess.

Brat, i muttered under breath . His sharp hearing picked up my muttered word, and a sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Brat, is it?" he repeated, his tone amused. "You think you can call me that without consequences?"

I raised an eyebrow, defiantly meeting Aaron's gaze. "Oh really?" I challenged, a hint of daring in my voice. "And what consequences are you going to impose on me, mmm?"

Aaron's touch was gentle yet possessive as he caressed my cheeks with his fingers, his face close to mine. His voice lowered to a husky whisper, he murmured into my ear, "How would you look, all tied up, without any clothes?”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through me at the thought. I didn't know how to respond, my mind suddenly going blank as his hands continued to roams over my bare skin.

Aaron chuckled as he looked at my flustered state, realizing that my stomach must be grumbling from all the excitement and the lack of food. "Your tummy must be burning up by now," he said, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. "Let's make sure we take care of that, shall we?"

As we made our way back to the table, I suddenly sneezed once, then twice, then a third time. Aaron noticed my sudden sneezing fit and gave me a disapproving look, knowing exactly why I was sneezing so much. I gave him a pleading look, silently begging him not to reveal what he thought the reason was.

Aaron muttered a curse under his breath as he realized the reason for my sneezing. "You haven't taken your medicine, have you?" he asked, his tone half-firm, half-concerned.

I sheepishly smiled as I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to take my medication. It seemed like every time there was a special occasion, I would forget to take my pills. "I...I forgot about my meds," I admitted guiltily.

Aaron's expression immediately hardened into a glare, and he began the familiar lecture I knew all too well. He spoke firmly, a hint of disapproval in his tone. "How many times have I told you to take your meds on time?" he said, his voice stern. "You can't keep forgetting about something so important, Eva."

Aaron continued, his voice growing more serious. "This is exactly why I told you to stay back, but no, you're too stubborn for your own good," he said, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance.

I muttered a soft "sorry" under my breath, feeling guilty for causing Aaron's worry and frustration. I knew he only wanted what was best for me, and I felt bad for making him repeat the same lecture over and over again.

Aaron sighed and knelt down in front of me, gently cupping my face with his hands. He looked up at me with a mixture of concern and affection. "You know you have to take better care of yourself, darling," he said, his voice softer now. "I can't have you neglecting your health like this. It's not good for you, and it worries me."

Aaron took out his phone and quickly sent a text to someone, then put it back in his pocket. Meanwhile, he continued to feed me food, even as I kept sneezing continuously. His eyes were filled with concern as he watched me struggle with the sneezes, but he didn't stop feeding me, knowing that I needed to eat something to settle my upset stomach.

Just then, a female staff member approached us, holding out some medication. Aaron carefully observed the pills she handed him before offering them to me with a glass of water. "Here, take these," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.

I grimaced slightly as Aaron handed me the pills, knowing that I couldn't escape taking them. I saw the stern look on his face and knew that he wouldn't let me off the hook this time. I knew that he was only looking out for my well-being, so I resigned myself to swallowing the pills, even though I didn't enjoy taking them.

I swallowed the pills, grimacing at the bitter taste. "Ugh, these are so bitter," I complained, making a disgusted face. "Why do they have to make meds so gross-tasting?"

After I had taken my medicine, Aaron offered me a spoonful of my favorite strawberry shortcake. He knew that the bitter taste of the pills would linger, so he gave me the sweet treat to help mask the unpleasant taste.

Aaron was a sweetheart, but if I ever called him cute to his face, he would deny it. "Don't call me cute," he would say with a mock glare. "I'm not cute, I'm tough and rugged."

Aaron was like a work of art, a masterpiece. He was perfect in every way, from the way he looked to the way he made me feel. It was like he was tailor-made for me, and I couldn't imagine anything more flawless.

I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine. It was getting chilly, and I subconsciously wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to block the cold. Without a word, Aaron took off his coat and gently draped it over my shoulders. I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. "That's why I call you cute," I couldn't resist teasing him.

I was now comfortably nestled on his lap, and he was caressing my hairs. I tried to shift and reach for something on the table, but he immediately tightened his arms around my waist, preventing me from moving. "No, you're not getting down," he said firmly, his grip on me tight.

Aaron observed me closely and noticed that my complexion seemed paler than usual. He worriedly placed a hand on my forehead, frowning as he felt my temperature. "I think you're getting another fever," he said, his expression serious. "We should move inside where it's warmer."

Without waiting for me to even attempt to stand up, Aaron simply scooped me up in his strong arms, easily carrying me with effortless strength. I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted me off the ground, holding me against his chest.

I protested weakly, trying to struggle out of his grasp. "I can walk, you know," I said with a slight hint of irritation in my voice. "I don't need you to carry me like a child."

Aaron chuckled at my protest and replied with a lighthearted yet possessive tone. "It's my birthday, darling," he said, his voice taking on a slightly mocking tone. "Let me take advantage of it and pamper you a little, mm?"

I couldn't help but sigh at his playful behavior, but at the same time, I found myself strangely drawn to his silly charm. "God, how did I fall for this cartoon, I don't know," I muttered under my breath, mentally shaking my head at my own smitten state.

Aaron gently laid me down on the bed and leaned over me. He whispered, "Wait here for me. I'll be back in five minutes, after I take a shower." Then, he pecked a kiss on my lips and stepped back, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration.

As I sat on the bed, waiting for Aaron to come back from the shower, I couldn't help but reflect on how quickly and drastically our relationship had changed. It seemed like just yesterday that we were barely talking, and now here I was, in his bed, wrapped in his coat, and eagerly waiting for him to return.

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"He was exactly the dream , i wanted to see ♥️"

To be continued......