How could I be needing help when I'm the one to grant it
How could a patient of mine make me desire the forbidden
How could I hold the feelings that are soon to be erupted
Where am I going to keep my needs hidden
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Lia's POV
When tongues dance, nothing interrupts the music unless it's not of the taste.
When souls dance, everything interrupts their connection, unless they're astrologically bonded together.
And right now, as my lips are sealed with the well known vanilla ones I can't help but notice the planeness of their feeling, for their flavor is long lost and their sweetness is completely bitter.
And they remain just as described...as if they refuse to react with the extraction I'm trying to add in with my lips, for neither too much nor too little appears in it. It's still plain vanilla.
"Jackson, it's midnight," I try to interrupt against his lips, looking up at him to feel him backing off.
"Sorry, I got carried away." He held my cheeks, giving them the last peck before we heard footsteps echoing through the grand library.
"I hope you guys are all done. We're supposed to be closing now."
"Is there anybody waiting for me outside?"
"There's a Ross, uhh-.."
"That's him," I smiled, standing up to brush my pleated, short, pink skirt, packing my bag with the different highlighted sheets.
My hand accidentally brushed over his, making me blush, knowing he looked at me as it did. But only I know, I couldn't watch his ice-cold eyes because I couldn't show him my currently very light ones.
"My car is that way, so...bye, bye?" He smirked making me bite my lip to prevent the forming smile.
"Take care driving," my lips landed on his cheeks in a warm, soft kiss as I rubbed my cold elbows.
"You too, cutie."
I watched him leave through the glass door right behind us and I followed the sleepy brunette through the softly dimmed building, passing by every gigantic cupboard.
My cold skin was uneven due to the goosebumps that are risen on it, as I was only wearing a light, cream tank top.
My Heeled Mary Janes clicked, echoing everywhere, which was no help in decreasing my developing anxiousness.
It was only a girl ahead of me and yet I was holding on to my backpack for life.
I tried to breathe in evenly until the sight of the main door came in view and Ross' car was visible right behind it, calming me down.
"Thank you and your family for the donations," she sent a soft smile making me return the gesture, softly mumbling back the thanking.
She opened the door, allowing me to nervously walk in front of her to the car as she went on her own way.
I opened the black door and sat down, placing the backpack on my lap.
