Page 94 of A Love Like Venom

She’s finally saying my name again. And I know that means I have to be doing something right. I know her calling me by my name is a big fucking deal.

And I can’t tell you how it makes me feel hearing my name from her lips once again.

Alice Hall is going to be the death of me.

And I realize it’s going to be a slow torturous death with each touch but it’s a worthy one.

As she descends her lips press a soft chaste kiss to my cheek.

That one innocent touch, the feel of her lips against my skin has my cock straining against my jeans.

One fucking touch and I’m ready to ravage her.

My breaths are heavy causing my chest to heave up and down. The blood coursing through my veins has my skin on fire. There’s an electric current running through my body and all the touches she is giving me sends me through overdrive.

Never in my life have I had this reaction with anyone.

No one can compare to the angel that ismyAlice.

She’s been mine since we met.

And I’m tired of being fucking terrified of the fact that I have always been hers.

Moving my hands, that are now shaky, I make a path down her arms until our hands interlock.

Taking a healthy step back before I do something she isn’t ready for I take a deep breath.

It doesn’t work. I still want her. No distance is going to change that.

Needing a distraction, I come up with a plan that I hope she doesn’t mind joining.

Although my cock isn’t quite happy about me neglecting it, I couldn’t give a fuck less.

I just got her back.

“Come on, let’s watch the stars,” I say to her. It will be like old times. When we would meet up and be able to finally relax in each other’s company.

The only time the both of us have ever felt truly ourselves.

Even on the days that I thought I hated her I always held watching the stars with her close to my blackened heart.

“It’s two-thirty in the morning!” She tries to argue with me but ends up laughing.

It’s such a beautiful sound. One that I would like to hear more often. She should always be laughing and smiling.

The poor girl has had enough suffering in her life and sadly that does include me.

I’m looking to change all that.

Starting today or rather early morning I will try my best to keep that carefree smile on her face.

“That has never stopped us before,” I remind her. Her and I would spend nights on top of my trailer star gazing. Wishing on the brightest ones there were. Finding peace in being with one another. There were nights where we wouldn’t say a word. Just being with each other with our pinkies interlocked was enough.

I regret the night that I told her that she wasn’t. When I said that she was worthless. Because she’s the furthest thing from it. Hell, she’s more than enough.

Alice Hall is everything and more.

Staring up at me with amusement in her eyes she replies, “Where would we watch them?”

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