Touch me not

(Trevor)

I dropped the stilettos on the floor and leaned over her face to look at her closed eyes, which were throwing daggers at me a while ago. Her breath hit my face, and she snored cutely under me.

I don't want to kiss her now, though my demon badly wants to.

I took my mobile and clicked a photo of her. 

With a red dress draped around her curves, her scent seduced me along with the silence echoing in the room we were in. She was like a prizeless painting I would stare and admire for my whole life.

I laid next to Laila and raised my phone to my face. Her innocent face was inside the screen, reminding me that I have that goddess next to me. 

Little by little, my stone heart softens to cotton in her presence. 

Her lock of golden blonde hair brushed my face when Laila twisted her hip to one side and faced me. 

Her face made an uneasy expression, like the posture was painful.

When I turned to my left and saw her dress, my breath caught in the middle of my lung. The rectangular neck of her dress was broad enough to project her cleavage. 

With her weight on one side, her breasts mash with one another, and my heart thrashes hastily at the sight that it could be audible to anyone inside the room.

"Holy shit!" I mutter under my breath and drift my face away from the juicy sight.

I pushed my shivering hands into the cot and shut my eyes to divert my dirty mind. I badly want to touch them.

"T-Trevor!" I heard a whimper all of a sudden, and I swiftly faced her.

She flapped her lash with strain, all while tying my heart up and pulling it towards her with those drunken blue orbs. 

My lips were ajar without my concern as her wild stare hypnotized my next move.

Suddenly, salty tears fill the brim of her eyes, and I shudder.

Lifting her upper body, we both sit facing each other. My eyes scanned her alarmingly.

"Laila, what's wrong, baby?" Clutching her arm, I was afraid that something would happen to me if I didn't hold her.

She sniffled and hugged me in a jiff, and my soul left my body in ecstasy.

"Trevor..."

She cooed, and I cupped her face like she was a fragile flower.

"Yes, love." I call her, and she looks at me through her tears.

"It'sss hurting..." Laila's cheeks reeked with tears while she clutched her left ankle in agony and buried her nose in my chest.

Oh, dear.

"It'll be alright. Don't cry; trust me." I tap her arm and try to cheer her up.

She didn't blink when I said that, but her tears flooded down her cheeks. I think she must have gotten hurt while she turned to the side.

I pulled away from her, and she looked at my anomaly. "Wait here; I'll fetch you something."

I unfastened my shirt without wasting another second and rolled my grey shirt into a ball. Then barged into the washroom.

Flipping the hot water faucet on, I damped my shirt with it and checked its warmth. Perfect!

Coming out with the wet cloth in my hand, I rushed near the broken figure and kneeled down till I reached her petite feet. 

Laila's chest was raising and falling while I placed her left ankle over my palm. She scrutinized me with unknown focus and awkwardness.

"It would be better, Benny." Pressing the hot-temperature cloth over her stinging ankle, I leaned up to see her face. 

She hisses pleasantly, and I take off the cloth. "Is it okay?"

She nodded invisibly, and I proceeded further. Holding her petal-like feet, I brushed my shirt over her ankle, and she hit her head back in relief and said, "Yes."

I gave a faint smirk as I tied my shirt around her feet with the utmost care, and she looked at me amusingly. 

I am sure the heat will persist for at least five minutes.

"Don't let your feet hang." I carry her legs and put them on the cot softly, telling her like a doctor. Laila, despite her intoxication, looks at me thoughtfully and blushingly smiles at me the whole time.

"Thank you, Trevor," her lips say my name like a long-written poem, and those tears that were trickling down her cheeks were gone, leaving traces on her face.

I hate to see them. Like really hate them that I would fight whatever to not seeing it again.

Battling with myself, I wiped off her cheek the remaining wetness, and she shut her eyes like she was experiencing a kind of drug in her veins.

She's not at all resembling what I had in mind.

She's fragile, possessive, bold, and expressive. How could lust survive in front of her? I love her like I love myself. 

All my beliefs lay on her feet and degraded themselves while asking for her immortal love.

"I'm yours, sugar." Those words come out naturally, unlike other times, over my genuine smile. 

Always, there were girls around me who I would try to make mine. But now, I feel like I have surrendered to someone else.

Her eyes sent me untold mail which I would uncover and read forever. But her mouth stayed still. 

I lost the idea of kissing her or touching her with my bare hands. Her gratitude and boundaries are adorable, and I find myself respecting that for no reason.

This night feels like a never-ending heaven, and I would pay anything to stay here forever. I had millions of language-less reasons to stay next to her and share memories with her.

All my immature dreams flashed in front of my eyes in one fucking second. Is this the feeling everyone calls love?

"Sleep now. It's pretty late." I pat her head, and she hums a yes and obeys me. 

The thought of having her next to me is simply a paradise.

Though I find myself shameful and embarrassing without a shirt, I bet it was worth giving her anything to stop her crying.

Jesus, she saw me half naked!!

It took me a long to realize that obvious thing! I can't believe myself. 

From her tip to toe, my eyes raked to be sure she's having comfort, and she snores again like a baby.

"Silence after turmoil..." I chuckled, recalling everything that happened today. Resting my back over the wall, I sit next to Laila, as I am afraid that my hardness would lead me to somewhere unholy and regretful.

The lamp's light was accompanying us, and I switched it off with a click noise. Darkness engulfed the whole room, giving me a sense of giddiness.

My mobile in my lap rings, and I quickly shut it up, making sure that Laila doesn't wake up.

She's good, and I let my breath out. When I looked at the phone, Marcus's name flickered for a second and was all black again.

He would knock me with ton of questions, and I am not ready for that.

Caressing my love's back, I gawk at her sleeping with her feet wrapped in my shirt.

From nowhere, "Aren't you asleep?" I was terrified.

There was nothing I could see.

"Hmm. You too?" I giggled at myself for being startling because of her nectar voice.

"If you kept touching me like that..." Laila's body left my fingers. "I would not sleep."

Her tiny voice reaches straight into my face.

Is she sitting up in front of me?

I put my hand forward at her face, touching it, and yes, she is at my face. If I moved my head an inch, my lips would press over hers.

Laila, don't drive me.

Touching her was my sin; her cloth brushed my naked torso, and I bit my lips to swallow the wildest thoughts that she's creating in me.

"Go back to sleep, Laila." With a low voice, I pleaded her. 

She, without considering what I said, placed her sweet palm over my chest, and I grunted, "Fuck!"

I could easily sense that I am having a boner right now. Just because of her hand against my body?

This is really bad. 

Laila's breath mixes with my heart, as she leans across my body, forcing her weight over my lap. 

I shut my eyes in pleasure which is sewing through my skin and knocked my head back. 

What the hell is she doing?

I heard a click next to me, and I wide-opened my eyes to see everything bright and back to normal. 

"Go back to sleep, how?" Laila looks at me angrily after turning on the lamp. 

Holy cow, she turned on me too.

Her half-body rested over mine in an attempt to switch the lamp on. I would buy the guy anything who placed this lucky lamp next to me.

She noticed my difficult face and realized her hand was over my chest. 

"I-I'm sorry." She took it off with a red face. Her eyes flutter in shyness, and my lips stretch to a selfless smirk at her naiveness.

My heart is no longer solid; it's molten away along with her brief contact with my eyes.

"I couldn't sleep after seeing you like this." I tell her who was lying back next to me.

"What do you mean?" Laila pulls up her dress and covers her cleavage anxiously.

Frick! She took it wrong!

"I just meant your ankle..." I assure her while pointing her left leg.

"So, you don't want me to sleep either?" The venom took over the blueness of her eyes.

I licked my lips, which were frustrated because they couldn't reach the sweetness of her lips. What can I say to her?

I just shake my head and realize it wasn't satisfying her.

"Stop staring at me like that!" Laila brought her hand over my eyes and playfully tried to make me stop admiring her. 

Laughing at her mindless effort, I take off the barrier between my eyes, but she keeps hindering her view through my hunter eyes.

"You must stop doing this." In the middle of my grin, I tell her before trapping her wrists inside my fist. 

"You think this would repair everything?"

"Repair what?" She pulled her hand but couldn't succeed in doing it.

I pushed my face closer to hers and said, "You are making my everything hard, Benny."

Her sleepy face had a jumble play in it, whether I was saying the right thing or saying the right thing in the wrong way.

She hesitatingly pulls out her wrist and turns away with a flushed face. "Why do you always talk filthy?"

Who me?

"I dunno. It happens only when you're around." I shrug my shoulders and she simply reply, "Good night!"

I saw her motionless after she covered herself under the duvet.

I got up and untie my shirt from her feet, which had become cold. I had another go to get it damped with hot water and wrap it around her swollen ankle.

"Tell me, why do you care about me so much when you don't even like me?" Laila's voice reaches me.

Isn't she asleep!?

"Shut up and sleep tight." I cut her off without responding to her question.

As I went to turn off the light, she held my hand in advance and shouted, "Don't turn it off. You are making me timid."

"Just tell me that you want to see me shirtless all night." I teased her. 

For which she barked back, "It's not that you are the only one who is hot, mind it!"

She furiously accuses me,  "You are just a play boy and there are other men who are hotter than you, dumbo."

She opens her finger and counts, "We have Chris Hemsworth, Kim Tea-Hyung, Tom Holland, and Edward Cull-"

"Did you say I was hot?" I block her with a shocked face.

And she suddenly slaps her face and sneers, 

"Did I? No, I didn't." She scratches her temple and pouted, "Uh... Not actually. You are just okay-ish and..."

I burst into laughter while sitting on the bed next to her. "Haha! You are so adorable."

I pinch her cheek merrily, but she shoved it. "Don't you ever touch me!"

Her voice owned the nerve, while her eyes were indecisive and hesitant. 

She was intimidated by the thought that I would touch her without her permission but little did she know, that would never happen.

"Okay!" I lift my hand up as a sign of non-violence, and she comes back to normal.

Suddenly, a knock shook the silence, and we were both startled.

Passing Laila a blink, I said, "Lemme check." 

And drew the duvet; Laila covered herself with it.

As I flung open the door, my eyes widened in tremor while the guy in front of me hooted.

"Trevor, do you know how many doors I have knackered to find you?"

Why on earth is he searching for me?

I was trying my best to hide my bare body behind the door.

"Where is your date, Nathan?" I tried to divert my bloody friend, but he was in no mood to listen. 

"First, you answer me, dawg!"

His eyes flew over my shoulder. "And... what the hell are you doing with her?"

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