I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much / Post Malone

Chapter 82

My mouth was nearly dropped to the ground yet I couldn't seem to form the millions of various words that wanted to spew themselves uncontrollably from my mouth. I helplessly stared at the nearly completely naked goddess that resided comfortably infront of my very eyes, not able to move a single muscle even if I tried as I felt my entire being flush with apprehension.

I was simply a fool to think that this woman made me nervous before. But now that she was almost unreservedly bared in my sheets, I was nearly on the brink of a losing my mind and going entirely mad just from the situation I found myself in.

It wasn't just the sight of her that made me feel like my chest was going to implode any second from now, but it was her words. Her tone. The neediness in her voice. The desperation of just how bad she wanted me.

The cool night air that swept through the open window caused Lena's plump nipples to become beautifully swollen as she sat upright next to me in my king sized bed. 

I studied her bare body as she sat only inches away while I pushed myself up from my laying position to properly admire the work of art she was blessing me with.

She sat still without a single ounce of shame as our skin brushed softly together like velvet as she grazed her fingertips along the side of my torso.

Her delicate touch summoned goosebumps along my skin and nearly surged me into a short-lived flashback as she traced my tattoo with her pointer finger.

"I thought I told you to leave my milkshake alone Lena."

I squeezed my eyes shut as the sound of my own voice booming in my head gave me little to no insight on what I was suppose to be remembering in the moment. But though I kept my eyes on Lena who was sitting seductively in front of me, I veered my concentration on the past, allowing myself to drown further into the memory.

I could tell that it was dark and late at night from the atmosphere and it almost reminded me of the moment I was sharing with her right now.

I saw myself laying in this very bed with the covers pulled to chin as I peacefully slept alone.

I felt the bed dip down, just barely, stirring me out of my deep sleep as I groggily came to my senses. I let out a deep groan as I stretched tirelessly against the mattress, the exhaustion overwhelming me as I tried to open my eyes.

I felt Lena slip under the duvet behind me, the warmth of her petite body somehow vanishing the chill from the cool sheets.

I turned myself around to face her, wrapping my arm around her small waist as I pulled her close to me. She rested her head carefully along my beating chest and ran her soft fingers softly against the surface of my tattoo. I traced my own fingers along the arch of her back, her body melting into mine.

"I thought I told you to leave my milkshake alone Lena."

I dragged my self back to reality as I attempted to juggle between deciphering my fuzzed yet confusing memory and grounding myself to drink in the enthralling sight before me.

What was she doing in my memory?

Why did I seem completely unphased that she was crawling into my bed? Like it was normal or I was expecting her to be there with me?