(Another early update :) this chapter is once again a bit erotic and you are welcome to not read it if it makes you uncomfortable ❤️)

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C H A C E'S   P. O. V

I push and climb on top of her, hands cuffed through the bed's headboard. With her arms outstretched, glossy hair spread like blonde waves, a seductive teasing smile tugs at her mouth. I smack my tongue over my dry lips, staring at the masterpiece lying under me. She looks radiant as the moon, shining in the dark. Hurricane tastes of red wine and strawberries- a deadly combination. I thread my fingers through her hair and pull.

"Your shirt is still on," Hurricane says. In a flash, propped up on my elbows, she throws her head back , hair covering a side of her beautiful face. Slipping the shirt off me, it falls to my feet, her nails piercing my neck.

"Fuck!" I smirk, her hands traveling from my neck to my shoulders, down towards the waistband of my jeans. "You forgot to lock," Catching her hands in front of her, I haul her towards me and kiss her roughly.

"Not this time," I return the smirk flipping her onto her back, pinning her arms down on either side of her head. Tying the cuffs around her wrists through the bed's headboard, I insert her right wrist to the other end of the cuff. She looks marvelous. My mouth is moist, her strong, sexy long legs wrapping around my waist, I thrust inside her.

"Say the words," I growl. "Say my name, Hurricane. Don't keep me waiting." I watch the rise and fall of her breasts, a sensuous moan escaping her lips. My dick jolts upright, her mouth opening to speak. "C...Chace," her pupils dilate, blue midnight sky burning into mine. Shifting my hands to her well rounded, breasts, I cup them both, rotating the nipples between my forefingers, pinching it softly.

"Ahh!" She cries, it is music to my ears. Hurricane looks amazing, I take in the sight of her. She feels fantastic. Every part of her feels fantastic. I thrust once more, a little harder this time. "Hurricane," I grasp her face and kiss her, tenderly this time. My tongue entwines with hers, nibbling on it gently.

My lips run across her breasts, her skin tastes velvety and sweet. "You... Are...Mine."  "I love you Chace..! Oh god!" She squirms, I stop, taking my hands of her.

I wake up with a start. I stare at the box of Marlboro Lights, sitting on the table next to my bed.  I grab the box and place a cigarette in between my teeth, lighting it. I take a long drag, releasing the smoke into the already contaminated air. Two days of not touching my vice felt great. I was close to kicking the habit, until she happened again. I wasn't allowed to stay out too long from my room, let alone leave the vicinity.

 The opposite building from my apartment had a gym that I started using on a regular basis. It had all the equipments I needed. The gym also had a basement where it is shaped like an octagon, boxing gloves neatly placed on a separate rack and rows of punching bags kept on one side of the area. I wasn't much of a gym fanatic but the soreness I received after my workouts, was what made me want to lift.

I felt the burden was finally being hoisted from my shoulders, I was making progress. I take another drag, letting the cigarette dangle between my lips. I don't think I'm ready for the change. I don't think I am ready for the change. Getting rid of the pollution in me is one, being a normal guy who leads a boring life? That's not who I am. I'm not a saint. I stand against bullshit. I'm my own person and I want to keep it that way. I'm not ready to love yet.

The feeling of her being under me clouds my brain. We both were dominant. We both wanted to be next to each other at all times. We both felt the fire ignite in us, our hearts raised. Our bodies wanted to take turns to be under each other's control, we couldn't resist the temptation, the insatiable lust, attraction, luring the two of us in. Her hair was pushed back, my lips leaving trails of kisses all over her quintessential body. My possessive hands claiming her as my woman. The words slipped like honey seeping from a flower. I couldn't give it back.

I couldn't say the bloody words. I want to be back with her, but I can't. I just can't say them. I can't see her unless  I muster the balls to say them the way they are deserved to be told. I still see it as a curse. Stubbing my cigarette on the ash tray, I throw it into the bin, pushing myself up from my bed and slipping into a white shirt, I slide on my leather jacket and grab my helmet. Vihaan wanted to take me somewhere, I'm hoping it's not a waste of time.

"Good morning, Chace." 

Vihaan greets me cheerfully, I nod. I don't understand why people hype mornings unnecessarily, acting as if it's fucking sunshine and rainbows. I'm fortunate to have brought my lighter and cigarettes with me, I sure as hell will be needing it. There is no "In-case". I have gotten used to waking up early again, with great difficulty.

Vihaan has a helmet under his arm, it took me a while to notice what he's wearing. Like me, he is wearing a sports jacket with superstar Adidas sneakers, hair gelled and neatly slicked back. It seems he follows a disciplined workout routine the veins bolting from his wrists to his arms, he is too fit to be middle aged.

"There is something I want to show you. Since the weather is pleasant, why not make the most of it? I also wanted to conduct our session, outside."

"Uh-huh." I put on my helmet and gloves, swinging my leg over the engine. The bike roars to life once I kick the backstand. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see. For now, enjoy the ride and listen to my instructions carefully." I exhale impatiently, struggling to hide my frustration. Surprises don't work well with me, suspense can only happen in the fiction world, not in reality. I roll my eyes hearing Vihaan laugh.

We pull to a stop at a park, a few girls walking by whisper amongst themselves it wasn't even a whisper. I am standing a few feet away from them, I can hear what they are saying. Vihaan playfully winks, waving at them. "Lovely day today, isn't it?" What the actual fuck ? The girls blush, giggling like dumb chihuahuas, refusing to shut the fuck up. One of them with burgundy hair flushes with embarrassment, I make it a point to give them my best glare. They get the signal, swallow and walk away.

"Follow me."

We walk into a garden that is huge, where some families are celebrating a relatives birthday, kids playing hide and seek, hacky sack and middle school children most of them boys, yelling "Score!" When a boy did an impressive kick with the ball, hitting it accurately into the opposing team's net. "You see these flowers, Chace?"

"What about it?"

"Which one do you think appeals to you the most?"  "I don't know. They all look the same." I answer bluntly.

"Pick one. There must be at least  one flower in this entire bunch that appeals to you the most."
I examine each of them carefully. They are all the same shade of pink, but one of them has a rare combination of purple, blue and crimson.

"That one," I point out, plucking it from the shrub. "When I asked you which flower appeals to you, I knew you were going to pick the flower that you are holding in your hand because of how beautiful and unique it looks. Your eyes was already focused, set on this flower. Instinctively, your brain directed you to take it. It said "Fuck the rest, this is definitely the one."

"I don't get it,"  "Chace, this is what love does to you. Love is like a flower. It's a plant that you choose, watering and nourishing it everyday, appreciating every moment of it. It makes you giddy it motivates you in so many ways. Ivy is this flower. The girl you told me about. She's special , like this flower. When you go home, I want you to place it in a glass watering it daily and try saying the words out loud." He pats my back reassuringly.

I stare at the flower, stroking the petals with my palms. Her skin feels smooth, Milky smooth. Her smile is warm, like the sunset on a beach. Her eyes are sparkling with excitement, the water crystal clear free from all contaminants.

"You are," I hear her say. Two words. Two words that are enough to set me reeling with courage.

"Let them become three."

Three words. Three words, there is no time. It's either now or never . The prophecy of me wanting to be with someone, yet I can't have her, I want to be the first person to defy and prove that it's completely shit. I'm not taking any chances.

It's never too late to say I need to get her back.

Never too late to try saying the words, once I am free. Once I find myself.