LOVE IS IN THE AIR

MONDAY DAYSPRING.

I rouse myself around 6 A.M., Liam texted me:

“See you later at school, babe. Cannot wait for your soft lips and sweet moans.” 

Liam made me bite my lips just by sending me thirsty letters. This text is an understatement of him wanting you to do something bad to him. We will, he is definitely aroused after his dingy faring with his dad.

He is sure jet-lagged from his itinerary yesterday.

So, I implored myself to bake him some homemade brownies, to complement his espresso at Frankfurt’s.

I arrived at the usual spot where Liam’s having his hearty breakfast. 

My conjecture was right, he looked bone-tired. I am responsible for Liam’s health, just like when he sent me those red roses.

His lips, still as soft as cotton candy, when we kissed and his ocean blue eyes still as striking, just like when we first locked eyes.

“What is that? Its smells good,” Liam zooming his eyes in the paper bag in my hand.

“I learned how to bake when I was 7 years old. Moms too invested in the field of cooking, as much as your dad, but diverted her passion into web developing,” I replied handing him my final product.

You can see how excited he is, like a puppy, wagging his tail, wanted to be caressed by his owner.

He instantly plunged his hand inside the still steaming goodies. He grabbed one and shoved it in his mouth like a famished person.

“So, how does it taste?” I asked anxiously.

It took him seconds to answer as he tried to make sense as to not blabber with his mouth full.

“This babe is exceptional!” he said blithely with his magnificent teeth peppered with brownie crumbs.

He should have seen himself in the mirror and make sure the mirrors spotless to reveal a clear jester he made of himself.

I laughed so hard I made an involuntary constriction on my throat, resulting into a cough roughing.

Liam’s becoming increasingly transparent in front of me and I slide my hand towards his idled hairy hands and looked at him with full honesty.

“You are the reason I believe in love, truthfully,” I uttered sobbing, like a dramatic person.

He tightened his grip on my hands and he marvelously kissed it multiple times. He is doing the understated steamy look again under his reading glasses.

He knows how to weaken my knees at a certain degree. He knows how to make his way into my sweet spot and he knows how to give me the pleasure that my body needed with just the movement of his hands. 

“Do you want to go on a movie night later?” asked Liam.

“On Monday night? Sure,” I conceded without any hesitation at all.

By the end of the day, Liam ordered two boxes of pepperoni pizzas, fish and chips, chocolate cake, and an exorbitant bottle of wine.

Huddled inside his bedroom, with a projector set on his bedside, is where we cuddled together and kissed at some bits. Most of the times, our eyes are set on each other rather than in the flick that is playing in front of us. 

I can hear his heart beating, as I flattened my head against his chest. His chiseled jawline is as sharp as a cutting knife.

Halfway of the movie, Liam traced his hand from my hair to my chin and pulled it closer to his face.

And he started biting my upper lips and my lower lips respectively, with his hand on the back of the hollow of my neck.

He slowly unbuttoned my uniform and reached down to peck my exposed neck and collar bone. I tossed my shirt abruptly and found my hands on the back of his ears.

He lifted me from my position and violently heaved me on top of him. His hands went under my skirt and rubbed it passionately while kissing me with our mouths both wide open. He took off every piece of my clothing, from top to bottom, respectively.

I reveled in ecstasy as he affectionately moans my name in heavenly pleasure, tangled up with him, ceaselessly perspiring.

I ran my fingers on his hairy chest down to his sexy sweating stomach with his manly hands cupping my chest. Mating with Liam releases every femininity inside my skinny body.

Still on top of him, I arched my back so that he could go all in. 

I can feel the throbbing and tension inside of me and the pacing started to get a little bit faster. I can sense that Liam’s about to erupt anytime.

The two-way street pleasure is extremely pleasing and the crest of this transcendental experience surpasses any human feelings.

I can still see Liam catching his breath, so, I hugged him and told him that I love him with every inch of me.

“I love you too. From head to toe, until the end of time,” he retorted, already at his normal breathing. 

I will be stuck with the man I love forevermore. 

I just remembered that he was about to graduate next year. I don’t know what his next move is going to be so I promptly sounded the question to him. 

“What do you think is going to happen to us once you get your degree? Will a lot change? Are you going to change too?”

He creased his eyebrows looking bewildered.

“I have never thought about that. Let’s see. I wanted to conserve my energy in the present moment. Then, little by little, I will build the future that I envision with you,” he said collectedly.

A stupendous number of questions crossed my mind. Some are produced out of curiosity, others, brewed by fear. Some are open-ended, while others, are limited to one or two answers.

“I am about to tell you something. Do not be surprised,” he progressed.

“The real reason that Dad and I travelled to Copen is for me to audition for the star search competition, and I passed the preliminaries. I am moving forward to the next round. National television and the entire world are going to see me play, I hope with confidence,” he said with a smile reaching from ear to ear. 

My face lighted up. I can see how Liam’s containing his handsome smile. He is shooting for the stars. I am so glad for him. There is nothing to worry about since Liam is consistent with his artistic style, that all girls are smitten by his irresistible charisma and liquid gold voice.

“You’d better bring home the bacon!” I exclaimed.

My winsome boyfriend, son of a well-known chef, talented and has a likable personality.

I mean, what could go wrong?

All that joviality turned into a massive train-wreck when we heard the tragic news from the bedroom’s television about Jake’s drug dealing. I knew it was him from the very start, even if the media tried to masquerade his appearance. I turned to Liam and he gaped in astonishment when he realized that it’s Jake flashed at the T.V. screen.

“Liam,” I whimpered.

His wide-eyed gaze says it all. He’s petrified that his brother was caught red-handed doing paraphernalia.

Was beating around the bush made any difference? I guess not this time.

It is a matter of time before Jake will get apprehended. He’s an illegitimate son of Aries so possibly, the eagle-eyed media will always find a way to spoil a celebrity's reputation. I mean they like it more than the consumer does.

In retrospect, I felt bad for not telling Liam. He could have stop him from the beginning of becoming an outlaw.

“I’ve got to go,” Liam huffed.

“I’ll come with you,” I offered.