[Heather]: Wishes will come true

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I let out a loud breath, my unstable feet giving off and making me slide down to the floor the second my door is separating me from Connor. 

Oh! 

My! 

Jesus! 

I can hear my blood run in my veins, the sound almost deafening, can feel my heart protest under my chest as if trying to burst out and run back right into Connor's arms. 

Even though I acted so brave and unbothered, inside I was on fire. I am still on fire. Connor has just touched me, my first love gave me my first orgasm with a man and it was nothing short of perfect even though it was right on top of my staircase. 

My heart beating loudly in my chest, I press my ear against the door. I can't hear anything on the other side, facing total silence, and yet I know he's still there. I can feel his presence in a way I can't quite understand myself. 

It's like an invisible string, tying my soul to his. It's always been like this. Even when we were kids and he'd be away I could sense him in a way I couldn't explain. 

In a space full of people I would always gravitate toward him, sometimes subconsciously without even finding his face. I'd have dreams about him, that I'd later learn meant something.

I imagine that's how you'd feel if you found your soulmate... 

Connor would go as far as Germany and break his leg and I'd see him in my dream. He'd be depressed and my heart would be restless. But after I stopped taking his calls and answering his letters, it slowly faded... 

I cut the string and couldn't feel it even when we met again, not until tonight. 

Has being so close and intimate with him just a minute ago brought it all back? 

Is our invisible string, the red thread intertwining our destinies together restored now? 

Narrowing my eyes as if it will help me hear him better, I hold my breath and wait for him to do something. 

And after another second he does.

He walks away, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the night like a loud scream. 

But I only feel the thread tighten.

I'm not letting go of it this time.

*** 

Sleep doesn't grace me with its presence the whole night. Nope, sleep has left the chat the second Connor touched me. 

I turn and toss, feeling the imprint of his hands on my skin like a ghost. I don't even take a shower, because his scent will disappear, and I hate the idea of it. I want to smell like him the whole time, want to keep his touch as long as possible. 

Closing my eyes, I relive every second of his mouth on me. The way he held me so gently and yet desperately as if he was scared I'd stop it all. As if he'd die if I did. 

Once the darkness starts to slowly retreat, making way for yet another sunny fall morning, I stop pretending I'm anywhere close to sleeping and decide to get ready for my classes. 

Even so, I almost miss the whole day because I freeze in front of my full bathroom mirror, to mentally convince myself to take a shower before school. 

I drop the upper part of my nightgown revealing my naked chest covered in small love bites. There are over my breasts, ribcage, and most of all around the tiny birthmark on the inner part of my boob. 

Someone definitely has a soft spot for it, and the thought alone makes the biggest smile appear on my face.

My fingertips trace the marks, goosebumps running in their wake. When my eyes catch the now barely visible handprints, I almost combust.  

"WAKE UP, YOU LOVESICK FOOL!" What's left of my logic shouts at me. With a jerk, I then run to the shower to not miss my first class. 

Besides, I have a story to tell to Sydney. 

***

"Thank you oh my dear God and Gabriel. Allah, Buddha... Who else was up there again?" Sydney raises her hands as if praying, a huge smile on her face.

Her reaction is priceless, as expected. Wow, she must really be happy to hear the news of our break up. 

As Syd and I walked through the bustling college hallway toward our first class, I finally spilled the beans about breaking up with Jack. I didn't go into many details, that I caught him cheating or what happened between me and Connor afterward, just that I broke up with Jack, and that now I have to go MIA from his life for him to recover. 

"You're an atheist, dummy." I laugh at her antics, playfully rolling my eyes. 

Ignoring my comment, Sydney lets out a fake gasp, her hand dramatically covering her mouth. 

"Oh, the scandal! How will you ever recover from such heartbreak?" She teases, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

She's indeed a drama student after all. 

I decide to play along, feigning distress. 

"Urgh, the agony! My shattered heart will never be the same," I reply, pretending to wipe away imaginary tears.

We burst into laughter, drawing curious glances from passing students. It's moments like these that remind me why Sydney is my best friend.

How could I ever open up to someone other than Sydney after Connor left? She makes any situation better.  

I just hope she will forgive me for keeping some things secret from her... someone secret from her. 

"On a serious note, anyone could tell you weren't right. I mean, yes he loves you and it's obvious, but it's also obvious you're allergic to the concept of being intimate with the dude." 

I give her a playful warning look. 

"Come on, Syd. Remember he's your friend too. "

Sydney rolls her eyes theatrically, a hint of mischief in her voice. 

"Fine, fine. I'll go easy on the poor guy... maybe," she concedes before teasingly continuing to poke fun at how Jack could not even see I was not interested.

"And can you please be there for him? You know the break up doesn't break my heart, but Jack..." 

"Yeah," Syd's voice turns completely serious and sympathetic. "I know. He must be crushed." 

"And I can't do anything about it. I don't want to make it worse for him." 

"Got it. And of course, I'll keep an eye on him. Always." 

I nod, grateful for her understanding. Despite Jack's betrayal, I know how much he truly cares for me, and I'd hate for him to suffer more because of it. 

As the topic shifts to our upcoming Halloween party, I show her some hair inspiration I've collected for my Persephone look. Sydney's eyes light up with amusement. 

"You are going to fully embrace your inner goddess, I see."

I nod, a smirk playing on my lips. "Exactly. You know how much I love this day."

How much I crave this day, to feel closer to my mom in a weird way.

"This one looks fab," she points at loose waves and a braid around the forehead, "Who knows, maybe it will also be the day you'll finally find your Hades." 

"I've found him." I don't say it, but I'm thinking it. 

***

Connor doesn't show up at any of our classes, but somehow I'm not even surprised. He's pulling away from me, again...

The whole day I am on needles because I crave seeing his face so much and I don't want to accidentally miss him if he decides to show up and just avoid me. 

Every time I hear a door open, no matter where I am, my heart picks up, even though my head knows he's not coming. 

The outfit I've decided to wear just for him has gone to waste, and it adds to my dramatic distress. 

I've gone with a pair of light blue, high-waisted cropped jeans, a white square neck crop top with a blue floral print and drawstrings, and a pair of blue shoes with small square heels and white flowers embroidered on the back. 

The blue would have made him remember whispering my name in my ear last night, the top would have made him remember my nightgown he undid in a rush and give him quick access to his favorite spot between my breasts if he decided to touch me again.

I even thought about wearing a dress or a skirt to make it easy for him to picture me without it, but decided I should give him at least one challenge. 

God, I sound like a stalker or worse,  delusional, but what can I say, I've been thinking about him the whole time I dressed.

And now it was all in vain because he's decided to pull away. 

Such a Connor thing to do, to disappear on the girl he touched the most intimate way just last night. 

I mean, sure, I didn't expect him to send me a 'thank you' or a 'good job on that orgasm' card, but I was hoping to at least see him today and exchange secret glances and unsaid inside jokes, now that we know how we feel pressed against each other and moaning each other's names. 

It's okay though, I reassure myself with heavy sighs a couple of times during the day. I'm going to make him accept the idea of us even though he hates it. And that's exactly why I can't let myself feel disappointed or hurt. If I do, I won't be able to take his push.

I wasn't kidding about making him fall for me this time around. Soon he won't be able to think about anything else but me, will crave my presence in every room he enters. Just like I do, just like I have always done.

Even though my mood is off, I decide to check the library after classes, because my projects are not going to wait until I'm done seducing the guy. I need to find the building and win the bet.

So once the last class is dismissed, I make my way to the library with my bag full of books and laptop hanging over my shoulder and weighing like a gravestone.

As I step into the dimly lit hushed ambiance of the university library, the familiar scent of old books and parchment envelops my senses.

The library here looks endless like an ocean without a bottom. The floor is made of dark grey granite, with high, church-like walls and Gothic-style architecture. If it wasn't already a library, I'd die from the possibility of using it for our project, it's that stunning.

The rows of bookshelves stretch over all the walls of the library, and they are infinite, considering the windows are high up, barely letting any light in. There are lamps on every table situated in the middle of the hall, to compensate for the lack of natural light.

A sense of tranquility washes over me, although I'm not the type to usually hang around here for reading. But I do for sketching.

I've always found it difficult to read or study in public places because it takes all my supernatural willpower to concentrate, but this said, libraries are a great place for unique model inspirations, so I usually hang around here to train my portrait painting and just sketch nature.

This time, however, the task at hand is different - to research materials on a possibly forgotten castle or something alike in or near New York. I decide to drop my belongings at a vacant table I notice first, before walking to the computer to locate some possible options and sections.

With a small post-it with my notes in one hand, I walk through the organized bookshelves until I reach the History section. My fingers graze the spines of countless volumes of forgotten tales, secrets, and answers, making me hope I can find mine here as well.

I page through journals filled with sketches and descriptions of ancient structures in the Architecture section, pick the essential references, piling them against my chest. Once I've got nine heavy pieces after what feels like an hour, I decide to take a break from my hunting, since I feel like my spine is breaking.

I start to retreat to my desk to delve into my research undisturbed when the familiar tension prickles at the back of my neck.

Connor's here...

I stop on my feet and turn around slowly with my heart beating in my ears, the books in my embrace mobilizing my movements, and start looking around the room.

When my eyes find him, my brain evacuates my head.

There he is, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched, one hand rubbing at his temple as the other rolls a pencil between his fingers. His eyes are narrowed at the papers spread before him, as he thinks hard about something, unknowingly glaring at them as if they are his enemy.

I'm dying to see what those papers contain as much as I'm dying to learn all the things inside his head.

Gone is the air of nonchalance that usually doubles the intensity in his gaze, he's obviously irritated now, furious even, and I'm craving to know what worked him up so hard.

My greedy gaze leaves his face to trace his frame. He's sporting a loose pair of black sweatpants with a pair of sneakers and a charcoal t-shirt, that demonstrates his muscled arms and chest way too well.

All my senses leave me, as I stand there gawking at Connor's profile, probably drooling over the poor guy.

It's his fault! How dare he wear that shirt, come to the library, sit and look like a bookish Hades, and distract the poor souls like mine?

There are so many beautiful girls at our uni, what if someone really decides to pursue him like I do and really catches his eye? Nope! That can't happen!

That shirt definitely has to go or he just needs to wear it for my eyes and my eyes only!

Gaining control of my senses I shake my head and am about to go grab my things to join him when a gorgeous curvy girl with green hair slides into the seat before him.

At first, Connor is so engrossed in his papers and head, he doesn't seem to notice her, but then the girl starts saying something, making him look up.

It only lasts a second, before his eyes are back down, but that doesn't falter the girl's confidence. I'd admire her for that if I were not burning from the inside. My stomach clenches as I watch her, jealousy creeping into my chest.

She's talking in a whisper, and I'm too far away to hear anything, but I can tell she's flirting by the way she moves and looks at him with hooded eyes.

He mumbles something under his breath, rubbing at his temples with both hands now, and letting out what seems to be an exhausted sigh. I can tell he's not interested, and it partially calms down my racing heart. Even makes me smile slightly because once again, I confirm that all the flirting and making out he does with other girls is for my eyes. I'm sure if he knew I was watching, he'd act absolutely differently.

The girl is still talking when Connor cuts her off by tapping his fingers on the papers as he speaks, then waves around the room carelessly, as if to tell her to run along.

The girl smiles instead, and the next thing I know her hand rests on his before moving up to his forearm with a playful wink. Even though Connor, slaps her hand away with a glare, I'm fuming.

That shirt is so dead!

Just as the girl leans in closer, her words a whisper meant only for him, I find my resolve crumbling. I can no longer stand idly by, a silent spectator to the charade playing out before me.

With a steadying breath, I step out from my hiding place and rush to Connor's table.

"Ouph!" I drop my books on the table with a loud thud probably earning a couple of glares from the other students. But the only eyes I'm searching for are green.

Connor looks up surprised and his eyes, usually cold or mocking when they meet mine, sparkle with fascination for a fleeting second, but that's enough to stir my insides.

"Took me a decade to find them," I say in a whisper and with a small smile before turning my attention to the girl. She's staring at me confused, her big eyes asking me a silent "What the fuck."

"Umm, hi... are you joining our project group too?" I ask her with fake confusion, pulling the chair next to Connor, and sliding myself as close to him as possible.

"Not really, no. I didn't know you were studying with someone." She mumbles, throwing a quick gaze at Connor, whose stare, by the way, I can still feel burning the side of my face.

"Ah, yeah, I've lost track of time searching for books. Now, if you'd excuse us..." I trail off and the girl narrows her eyes at my hand that's pointing at my books and Connor's papers. "It's due for Monday," I add in a whisper and with a playful wink, before throwing one heavy book open, making a louder noise than intended.

"Got it," the girl says with a slow nod before her eyes find Connor again. "See you around, Trouble," she says with a suggestive tone pushing back from the table, turning around and walking away, swaying her hips like a model.

Connor is silent as I take my sweet time going about my books, laying them around in order as if I'm not dying to turn my head to the left, face him, and ask him to kiss me.

"What do you think you're doing?" His even and low voice echoes close to my ear after a few seconds, making goosebumps run down my skin.

Really, just kiss me. Right here, now!

I turn my head to the side slowly to compose myself and come face to face with him, our noses are almost touching, our breaths mingling. The lamp on our table casts a yellowish glow on his face, making him look heavenly and dangerous at the same time, just like a fallen angel, my favorite devil.

When his eyes travel down to my mouth with a hooded gaze, and his whole body leans slightly closer to me without him even realizing it, my lips turn up into a knowing smile.

"Claiming my territory. Why? You didn't like it?"

The right corner of his mouth turns up into a secret smirk and it's so tiny, so unnoticeable, I almost miss it. He likes the idea, doesn't he? That's what it means, right?

But just like that it's gone, and his gaze slides back up to hold mine with a deadly stare.

"That mouth of yours is doing a hell of a lot running," he mumbles, with a warning tone.

Doesn't throw me off one bit, nope.

"Well..." I lean into him, bringing my mouth close to his ear, so I can drive him to the same degree of crazy that I constantly am because of him. Instead, the scent of his cologne and aftershave, makes me breathless, my plan almost backfiring at me. Still, I manage to sound in control, confident, and sweet when I say the next words. "You can always seal it with a kiss."

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Author's Note

Yeeee, I finally uploaded a new chapter, yes, yes I know XD

Do you guys like how brave Mia is? I often crave reckless and honest female characters, and this is how and why Mia was born in my head. I always imagined her to be brave, reckless, and honest, saying exactly what she thinks, without hiding her feelings.

These days I'm also streaming Gracie Abram's 'Risk' and it's such a vibe for our girl, Mia. You can check it out and let me know what you think. Should we add it to the Trouble playlist on Spotify?

I am also thinking about writing a new time-travel and historical romance story, and am in the early stages of forming the characters. Hopefully, it will come out nicely and I'll be proud enough to post it. Would you guys be interested in reading it?

Hmmm.. This time around, I don't have much to say, but I do have a PERFECT recommendation for Dramione fans. Have you guys read "Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love"? Because if you haven't then DO IT RIGHT NOW! It's my second most favorite Dramione ff, and I finished rereading it last week, and remembering how much I actually loved it. It's soooo hilarious, beautifully written, adventurous and my god, so beautiful... got me kicking my feet in the air the whole time. So yeah, go read it right now :D ofc after finishing this chapter of Trouble.

Anyway, hope you'll like the chapter and please don't forget to vote and comment, because the more support I see, the more motivated I am to post. It's not a threat or anything, seriously, just a fact, which is true for any kind of art and artist.

Much loooooove! See you soon!