I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't even realize that Florian had left his seat till he was right in front of me, his hand lightly resting on my thigh, his fingers intertwining with mine.I looked down at him, my lips slowly parting as I took in the swirling colours of his eyes. They were like the aurora against the beautiful night sky, and for a short moment, I forgot all of the chaos I had been feeling inside."Don't let it bother you," he whispered, bringing my hand to his lips. I watched as he kissed my hand, his eyes closing briefly.I felt tears well up in my eyes that I had been so oblivious while he had been putting everything on the line for me."I hate that your parents could have blamed you for my father's refusal to pay back."He smiled against my hand, his eyes still closed. "My parents are not like that. They didn't particularly need the money either. Honesty is a businessman's biggest weapon. Well, sometimes. We all have to step in grey areas."I bit down on my lips
Florian slowly leaned away from me, and I opened my eyes to him. He had a small smile, his thumb running on my thighs, his eyes holding mine. I bit down on my lips, taking in the rest of his taste that lingered on me, savouring every last big of him like there wasn't so much more of him remaining.He gently ran his hand down my hair, smoothening it with his fingers, like I was some delicate doll he absolutely had to take care of."I almost forgot that I brought dinner," I said, laughing at myself. But I couldn't be blamed. Florian could make any woman forget not just dinner but will. Purpose. Independence."I wanted to cook for you. Well, I was hoping you would come back to dinner, but since you won't be coming home, I decided to bring dinner to you."He nodded slowly, then slowly leaned away. I immediately missed his warmth, his scent, the way he looked up close. The way his eyes seemed to memorise me like I was an unarranged rubik's cube, and he was attempting to fix me.To put me
I woke up to the fluttery feeling of fingers against my arm. My eyes fluttered open slowly and quite peacefully, like I knew I had slept in the arms of the safest person in the world for me right now. Like I knew, even before my wues opened that I was safe and in good hands.I opened my eyes to Florian. He was slightly propped up, his face resting on his propped up hand, his eyes fixed on me. His other hand was running against my arm, and he was watching me like I was some sort of hidden treasure he couldn't fathom ever losing.I gave a small smile and leaned closer to his chest, his warmth and scent filling me up."Good morning," I whispered, extending my hand to pull up the sheets he probably had been the one to put around us.I couldn't remember much of last night save for the crazy waves of pleasure that I could still feel. The multiple waves of reaching for the very highest edges of my climax and falling right back only to be brought back up again. The night was in flashes in my
My eyes squinted at Florian, and I gave a small smile. "Were you always this way?"He shrugged. "I guess."He slowly stood up, letting the sheets fall off his skin, the sun radiating off his beautiful tan, bringing the shine to his body. I stared like it was the first time I was seeing it, and I held my breath as he turned to grab his pants. I watched him slip in, my lips parted, my chest heaving hard. He was beautiful, the kind that I gave up in dreaming about a while ago."I don't think I want to know what's going on in your head right now."I burst into a laugh, then shook my head. "I just... I think you look good right now."He parted his lips to reply, but his phone suddenly started to ring. He turned to it, his brows furrowed, his hair falling over his chin. He rolled his eyes and turned to me."I hate mornings.""Me too," I said with a laugh, then started to reach for my dress. "Stay right there," he said as he let the call just ring, and he checked his messages."What's wron
I stood in the shower, water pelting down my body, my hair falling to my back. I looked back to Florian, who was gently running his fingers down the back of my shoulder, his thumb pressing down on my skin to relieve them.I gave a small smile as I turned back to the mirror we were standing in front of, my lips slipping between my teeth. "What are you thinking of?"I shrugged. "I just feel really good right now. Really good."He looked down to my eyes in the mirror, and the slight intensity behind them was more than enough to weaken my knees."I feel like I am living a midsummer night's dream."He gave a small smile. "I always knew you wanted me back."I gave a small laugh. "Cocky much?""Maybe," he replied, before slowly leaning to me. "Can I ask you something, Roxanne?"I could feel his voice slightly thicken with seriousness, and a bit of nervousness filled my chest."Ask me."He ran his hands down the side of my neck. "You genuinely do not think I am a bad person, do you?"I turn
ROXANNE'S P.O.V."Florian?"Florian turned, a little startled, his hand leaving the side of his face and simultaneously releasing the phone he had been holding. The phone fell to the floor in a thud, and I gasped, my brows furrowed.There was a moment of awkward silence before he went down and grabbed the phone, then met my eyes and gave me a small smile."I am sorry. I was a bit startled."I nodded slowly. "Is everything alright?"Something passed in his eyes, and I steeled myself for what would happen next. I steeled myself for all of the possible answers that question could have."You look beautiful in that dress," he said, his voice a small whisper.I broke into a smile, then gave a little twirl, my hand going into the pockets in each side so I could show him that it had pockets. He gave a small laugh, and I giggled a bit more, feeling rather hot from having his attention on me like that. Suddenly, my foot caught in my shoe, and I started to fall backwards.I gave a small yelp, m
ROXANNE'S P.O.V I rested my head on the glass, my eyes watching the city as we drove past it all. My mind was occupied with Florian, and not exactly necessarily just because of the tremble in my knees, but also because of everything else.He was trying his best to look strong in the last few minutes of my stay there, but his eyes slightly betrayed him. I could see a small dent in his rather cool exterior. A small dent in his cold armour. I gave a small sigh as we came to a traffic stop. I turned, and my eyes suddenly fell on a flower shop. "Boys don't need flowers," I had said ten years ago, that valentine when I had turned sixteen. "What guy would want flowers from a girl?""It isn't a bad gift," Florian had said, watching me. I could remember avoiding his gaze then because we had just had a heated argument about some stupid thing that I can't remember now. "It would depend on the person behind the bouquet."I swallowed hard, my eyes settling on the flower shop. I hadn't brough
The bouquet sat in front of the dresser, with Florian sitting in front of it, his eyes fixed on the mirror, his shoulder slightly slumped. I stood behind him, gently brushing his hair, my fingers passing through the beautiful silky strands. His phone had been ringing for the past five minutes, but he didn't even look at it, just sat there, watching his own reflection.I leaned to him and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "You are good to go now."He let out a small sigh. "Thank you. And for the flowers too."I shook my head, my eyes still slightly filled with worry as the flashback of his tears filled my mind. "It is perfectly fine. I will go get ready."He nodded without saying anything, and I turned around and started to walk to the door. I stopped for a minute and turned. Florian was still watching the mirror, his eyes thin, his chest slightly heaving.I bit down on my lower lip, then slowly let go of the door knob. "Florian?"He turned to me, his brow slightly raised. "Yes?"