10-14-2018, 11:36 PM
For a few moments, Evelyn forgot who she was. There was only warm sunshine beaming on her skin, a bed of sand beneath softening her back, and the lazy sounds of gasping breath breaking the stillness. Nikolai tasted like power and the disinhibition of mulled wine lulling her to ease. Her lips brushed upon his neck like rose petals. His aftershave filled her head like an aphrodisiac. Fingers clawed at his shirt, stretching out over his skin, raking him nearer. Excitement and glamour flashed like popping lightbulbs of paparazzi over Evelyn, teleporting her somewhere far from the rolling plains of her isolated home state. This was where she belonged, and the enormity of that epiphany was drowning.
Until the bubble burst. She was smiling like a fool-headed girl drunk on her first glass of champagne (which she was a little), when Nikolai sat up. He was properly disheveled. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, sliver of a muscular chest glistening in the low light from the folds. His perfectly manicured hair was tussled from her fingers. She could still feel the graze of his facial hair on her cheeks. Her own lips were chilled from the sudden absence of his.
His words whispered like smoke coiling little adorable tendrils of affection. What he did next coiled little red ribbons around her heart and made a little bow. She aww’d, fingers splayed at her chest else it burst open with pride. She shook her head with disbelief that he would think of her honor before his own needs and desires. If Nikolai could be no more perfect to her than in that moment, she could not believe it possible.
She pulled his hands near her face, nuzzling and kissing his knuckles. She couldn’t wait to marry him someday.
Hopefully that day wasn’t too far off.
Until the bubble burst. She was smiling like a fool-headed girl drunk on her first glass of champagne (which she was a little), when Nikolai sat up. He was properly disheveled. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned, sliver of a muscular chest glistening in the low light from the folds. His perfectly manicured hair was tussled from her fingers. She could still feel the graze of his facial hair on her cheeks. Her own lips were chilled from the sudden absence of his.
His words whispered like smoke coiling little adorable tendrils of affection. What he did next coiled little red ribbons around her heart and made a little bow. She aww’d, fingers splayed at her chest else it burst open with pride. She shook her head with disbelief that he would think of her honor before his own needs and desires. If Nikolai could be no more perfect to her than in that moment, she could not believe it possible.
She pulled his hands near her face, nuzzling and kissing his knuckles. She couldn’t wait to marry him someday.
Hopefully that day wasn’t too far off.