SHORT STORY - soon to be rewritten because the writing sucks
"so close but yet so far"
Arsyn Saito comes from a very wealthy family. With the power they hold, any mishap will be in the tabloids in the blink of an eye. Arsyn doesn't care about what t...
SHE CLUTCHES ONTO my hand tightly as we walk through the New Jersey snow. Little snowflakes fall slowly, a couple landing in her hair as she tries to watch her step.
"Your nose looks like a cherry right now." She says to me, laughing slightly as she runs a hand through my hair. I know cherries are her favorite fruit, so I don't comment on it. We stop right in the middle of the sidewalk, our forgotten snowman sitting only a couple of feet away.
I pull her closer to me, pressing my nose into her collarbone as I let out a small chuckle. "We're going to get sick standing out here in just long sleeved pajamas, Mon amour."
"You're the one who wanted to stay out here so we can take photos. Don't turn this around on me." She arches an eyebrow, still giving me attitude while she's shivering. It's our first Valentine's Day together and we opted for cute pictures out in the snow. "It'd be a great photo op." Arsyn said earlier, pulling me out of bed before the sun rose.
"Let's get you inside, love. So I can make love to you for hours at a time." We've been out here for a couple of hours, hence the snowman and the snow angels scattered across the yard.
Without another word, Arsyn begins pulling me back into the house with a grin on her face that surely promises danger. I can't help but feel giddy and excited, following behind her with no problem.
We make it up to our room, and she pushes me down onto the bed, her legs finding their way around my waist as she straddles my lap.
I let out a groan as her midsection rubs against mine and I reach out to grab her but she stops me. "So eager aren't we?" She teases, biting my earlobe and I moan softly.
"Don't choose this time to be a little fucking tease, Mon Amour. I want you."
She looks back at me pitifully. "I know you do." She says with a saccharine grin, going to place chaste kisses against my jaw. My hands itch to pull her impossibly closer to me, to have our bodies mushed together with no space in between.
Our body heats mix together, making it hard to breathe as she pulls my shirt over my head, leaving my chest bare for her. "What are you doing, Arsyn?" I finally build up the courage to ask.
