Romans & histoires Love Passionate Sketches

I asked sliding my tongue over my top lip again. He stared at me with hot eyes for a few seconds, cleared his throat, and shifted in his seat. He picked up the cheese-laden cracker and gently fed me, then slid his hands slowly across my lower lip. I sighed softly, loving the feelings he ignited in me just from one touch. Lewis sighed softly too and I saw that his light brown eyes had become dark and he had the hot look on his face again. He took my hands and pecked them one after the other. “You do so many things to me, Valerie. You also make me feel many things. Many unwelcome but enthralling things that I like a lot”

“Miss Baker, good morning, I heard you were feeling under the weather, hope you are good and feeling better now? Jone asked. Leila smiled in response and immediately the elevator notified her that it was her black, she left hurriedly. She did not mean to be rude but Skinny legged Jone always got on her nerves by acting sweet all the time even though almost every one knew she was a big gossiper that did not like her business. She could not deal with that today and given the type of mood she was in, she was sure the day would go on smoothly. She got to her desk and dropped her bag before going to Gavin’s office to check out the files that had been left unattended to while she was home, hiding

The next day, I was in the study, drafting the mate-bond dissolution agreement, when I accidentally knocked my pen off the desk. As I reached to retrieve it, my fingers brushed against a small chest hidden beneath the desk. Curious, I pulled it out and lifted the lid—inside were dozens of sketches, every single one drawn by Anthony. However, they were not of me. Every drawing was of Emma. He had also written words to her on the back of each sketch.

On the surface they looked like human beings, I would have mistaken them for human beings, if I didn't know they were mythical creatures. “So we're here Charlotte. This is the Oakwood Academy of Shapeshifters.” He said with a smile “What do you think about it?” “Ehm,well I think…” Just when I was about to give him a reply,I was cut short by the sight of an incredibly handsome figure. He was absolutely gorgeous,just like a Demi-god. He was tall with broad shoulders,his hair was a clean cut of honey brown color. I watched as he leaned his back on a motorcycle and chatted with some people,probably his friends. He looked so cool. I’m not a fan of tattoos,but the tattoo on his neck looked so hot.

I felt some warm liquid escape my honey pot, and I knew exactly what it was. Right there, my mind ran into the world of lust, the image of different sex styles forming in my head. I hadn't seen him like this before; he looked like a Greek goddess. “I paid the artist some solid figures to get the italic writing, just for you,” he said, walking close to me. “Just for me?” I mumbled as he leaned close, his lips brushing against mine. As if he read my mind, he grabbed my ass, seductively pinning me against the wall. I could feel his hands run through my thighs.

“Uh, you just missed how I pushed a baby out of my vagina... gosh, thinking about it gives me anxiety; I need tequila.” We both burst out laughing. “What does she look like?” I sighed softly. “She looks like the man I’m still utterly in love with...” She looks like that sexy Italian man I met at the bar. A man who taught me how to love passionately. “She looks like Ambrose Esteban.”

Her head still felt foggy sometimes. Maybe she was just distracted. The Second Thing Ethan showed up one afternoon looking confused. “You didn’t answer my messages,” he said. “I didn’t get any.” He showed her his phone. Three messages. Delivered. Read. Mira blinked. “I didn’t open those.” Lisa stood in the doorway quietly. Listening. The Third Thing Mira’s sketchbook — the one she and Lisa had been filling with their Lagos-in-space project — was ruined. Ink smeared across pages. A jagged tear through one of Mira’s best drawings.

When he pulls back, his eyes drop to the locket, then return to mine. “This one…” he says, nodding toward the sketch of my face. “I mean… I’m in love with your face. I drew it before exams ended, when I missed you having you around. Woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t go back to sleep… so I drew you.” “And this…” His voice dips lower. “This is us.” He nods toward the sketch of our hands. “This is my favorite part. Our hands together.” He swallows before continuing. “I sketched them because they say everything I feel. That I’m yours. And I want to walk through everything with you like this… fingers locked with yours, no matter where we go.”

Rachel walks behind me and sits on the chair beside me, the one Janice had filled yesterday. I look around the classroom and notice that the students present are more than yesterday's by this time. Can I love Mr Harper even more? After looking seat by seat, I see that Janice is not yet in class. Seems like warnings don't work on her. I bring out my notebook and scribble today's date on the second page since the first one is already filled to the brim with notes from yesterday's lessons. The school bell ringing fills our ears, denoting it's time for the first period.

She smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "I love you, Dom" she rasped, her eyes holding nothing but affection for him. "I love you too, Lena" he whispered, gazing at her with love in his eyes. ... Jensen took a long drag from his cigarettes, a relaxed expression on his face. There were bags under his eyes. But, his eyes were cold and devoid of emotions. The man sitting directly opposite him felt uneasy around him. They were both in the police station. Jensen's companion was a cop who seemed to be a little fidgety on his seat.