Page 16 of Poems He Wrote


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“Get in, love.” Tia says as she pats the bed beside her.

“They know, you don’t have to fake it.” I look straight into her eyes, trying to be reassuring, there’s nothing she should be afraid of here, nobody will judge. Nobody in this room, and everything we say will stay right here.

Another wave of deafening silence comes on as Ronan sits next to Tia, her eyes never faltering from mine. It seems like they can’t stand it anymore, since Tiana and Jensen leave together on cue. They make some stupid excuses, like I don’t already know how uncomfortable all of this feels. Ronan lifts her gaze to me, tears streaming down her face, over her chin, falling onto the delicate skin just above the cleavage line of her tight dress. I get up and slowly walk over. I look deeply into her puffy, dark eyes, falling on my knees in front of her. She is the goddess and I am a worshiper. At her temple I will always be one.

The air between us crackles with lust and intensity. I want her. I need her. My body is drawn to her. She gasps loudly as I lift my finger up her calf, right to the edge of her dress, skimming the tattooed skin of her thigh.

“I have longed for you so much, Ljubavi.” I admit, my shoulders straightening as I whisper to her, and her whole face changes from pure confusion to primal want. “Can you still feel it? This thing between us?”

She nods her head, letting a slow breath out as I bring my other hand to her thigh too, massaging them, slowly pushing them apart.

“Did I do something wrong, Ljubavi?” I ask, my eyes falling to the bright green panties covering her sex.

“You did nothing wrong, Noah…” she cuts me off, cupping my cheek, forcing our eyes to meet. “You did nothing wrong, nothing at all. It was all me. I got scared of what I’ve felt only after a few hours with you.”

She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling as I run my thumbs closer and closer to her pussy. My cock twitches at the sound, feeling alive after two years without her.

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you.” Muffled sounds bubble up from her. My eyes drop to her lips, her teeth biting into the lower one so hard it’s almost bleeding.

I push her body down on the mattress, and climb up between her parted legs. Pushing her dress up to her waist, my chest swells with sugary, sticky need to breathe her in.

I slowly bend down, leaving bites and kisses all over her soft belly, bathing in the scent of her skin. I lick along her panty-line, looking into her eyes, before diving in and running my nose all up her soaking wet heat.

“Fuck, you’re making me crazy, baby.” I groan.

I take a deep breath in, the smell of her sending me back to our night together, and I realize how much I am craving to get a taste. She moans sweetly as I grab the lace covering her pussy and pull it down her legs. Before she notices, I stuff the panties into my pocket. I dip down once again, spreading her lips open and latching mine onto her swollen clit. I let my tongue roam along her entrance, collecting the wetness there, the taste of her causing me to whimper. She pushes her fingers into my hair and starts grinding on my face from below.

“That’s right, Ronan. Such a good, good girl for me.” I praise her, in between her little thrusts.

She moans as her hips start moving faster and her eyelids flutter closed. I feel her pulsating on my tongue which lets me know she is so close, but she abruptly lets my hair go and crawls up the bed, as if someone doused her in cold water.

“No. No, no, no. We can’t. Fuck. You can’t!” she whisper yells, trying to pull her dress down.

“Okay, okay. We are stopping.” I move away from the bed, to show her that I’m serious, so she doesn’t overthink my intentions.

“We can’t because of your dad,” she whispers, walking over to me, her face flushed and her eyes watery. “We can’t ruin this for him.”

“Okay.” I nod, pulling her into a hug, my lips still shiny with her arousal. “That doesn’t mean I can just turn off wanting you.”

“Same goes for me.” She drops down to the carpet, and pulls me down to her.

We sit on the floor like that for some time, both of us covered in a cloud of disappointment at the newfound situation, while her tears of guilt soak my shirt. My heart breaks for her, at the same time it breaks for me. I tell her all about my dreams, of owning my own store and moving back here, coming true. She tells me she’s also moved to Oaks Creek, getting a manager position at a new animal shelter.

What a fucking joke. My whole life I’ve been waiting for a woman like her, and the universe decides the best way for me to have her is in the form of a stepsister.

We might hold each other like that for ten minutes, or even ten hours, I have no idea. Her body next to mine puts me in the state of complete relaxation and I fall asleep at some point, breathing her in.

When I finally wake up, there is an empty space where she sat, but a note in her place.

“I want to have you in my life, Noah. And if I cannot be your lover, then I want you as a friend. Life has been so lonely since the night we met. Call me whenever you want. I still need you to tell me what this tattoo means! I've put my number in your phone.

Love, Ronan”

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