fetish/ˈfɛtɪʃ/

noun

a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc

The elevator opened revealing his beautiful apartment. I walk inside seeing Blake follows behind me in a still drunken state only slightly sober. My head was revolving about the story of his mother and his past. I was surprised seeing his strong he was. Going through that. At the age in Nine.

Blake enters his room as I grab myself the first Aid Kit that was in the kitchen draw. I walked inside the bedroom and saw him slumped on the bed half asleep. I let out a soft chuckle walking towards him. "Blake help me out." I pull on his shirt lifting him in up into a sitting position. His arms wrap around my waist pulling me close towards him.

His head rested on my stomach, my heart skipped a few beats before I pulled myself away from his bloody state. "Come on, you need to shower. You stink of blood." He stands up over towering my height. He slips of his shirt revealing his beautiful body along with the pair of black jeans. My eyes slowly gaze down and I notice his huge d-

"Staring isn't nice princess."

"Why did you get in that fight?"

"No reason." He says before entering the shower.

I grabbed my bag after deciding it was time to leave, the minute I pressed the button for the elevator I see figure lurking into the light. "Don't leave..."

"We have school tomorrow, I need to sleep." I excused myself as the elevator door begins to come up to his floor level.

"Stay here, one night...please." I glanced up at him then back to the floor. He wore nothing except a lose towel around his waist showing his defined abs. My heart skips more beats this time as I look down to see the time on my phone. Only for it to turn out out of charge.

"I'll stay, but only until my phone charges," he nods his head eagerly as I walk towards the living room slipping my phone into the spare charger. Blake disappears as I stare out the window of beautiful lights. The tall sky scrapers revaluing different heights yet different beauties. I feel my stomach churn slightly, my hand presses against the window as I take deep breathes.

"Want to watch a movie? I can get popcorn, fruits...I shopped the other day." My head turns and I give him a slight nod. After a few minutes he comes back into view, his hands full with different snacks as he sets it out on the table.

I rest on the sofa as it dissolves me down from It's softness. Blake grabs the remote opening Netflix as he sits a few centimetres away from me. Opening a Christmas movie we begin watching but I feel his gaze on me. I lean my head into the sofa only to feel uncomfortable. I feel the couch dip right besides me and I see Blake giving me a slight smile nodding his head.

I move closer towards him as warmth devours me, my head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped me up. Was this right?

I didn't know what to do nor say anymore. My heart wanted me to say yes but my mind was saying the opposite.

"Some mistakes...just have greater consequences than others." The movie said.

I shuffled at the slight words as we continued watching 'Me Before You'.

'I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment."

I felt his gaze, I took the chance and looked up at him. "So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt."

"Blake." I whispered causing him to give me his attention.

"Yes princess."

"Would you hurt me again?"

"No. I promise I wouldn't." He shot out. My heart beats, my eyes dilate, my hands shake. I gaze into his eyes. His eyes were fire in water, if you can imagine such a thing. They were passion in ice. So even on our first meeting I knew, he'd be a friend for life, never dominating nor submitting, but a companion who walks freely alongside. And that he was and more. There were days he looked at me with such love and playfulness those blue eyes became butterfly wings, his and mine.

"I forgive you."

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