Gamble of Death

Running Again

MONTH 2

Blake POV

I could smell the sweet ropy fragrance of the sherry she had been drinking, and then her tongue was in my mouth. In all truth I had not invited this prodigy of a tongue; turning, I had merely wished to look at her face, expecting only that the expression of aesthetic delight I might find there would correspond to what I knew was my own. But I did not even catch a glimpse of her face, so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue.

I gasped.Not even a single wink.That's right.I haven't slept a single wink since last night.

I kissed her.I kissed Desdemona.I broke all the boundaries and I let her in.After so long,it felt like I was complete.The feeling of her lips still lingered around mine.The way she licked my tongue.She tasted like a red cherry with a blast of strawberry syrup.My lips still throbbed at the thought of her lips on mine.I've never tasted a lip more divine than hers.I wanted to kiss her again and it wasn't possible because it was a one time thing.Kiss was a gesture of love and I...kissed her last night.

I wasn't drunk.Neither was she.

We both knew that once the night is over,there will be no memories of the previous night to us.

I wanted to forget Claire.Not fall in love with Desdemona.

Love?

I couldn't control what happened last night and I was already regretting it.

It was only the first day of the second month with her and things started to go south.

One kiss.That's all.I won't ever do it again.

But,when I talked about to her about Claire,I could feel her jealousy.I could feel how her heart clenched just by the mere mention of her name.She wanted lust so she wasn't supposed feel envious.She was disappointed and hurt but I couldn't understand why.

She didn't believe in love.She didn't want me like I wanted her.If she wasn't playing,I would've tied her to my bed.

Why was she jealous and why did throwing away my ring made her happy?

Oh god.I threw away the ring.I looked at my phone.It was around nine.I ran to the back yard immediately and searched for the ring.

I searched for it in the grass and everywhere around.I threw it here.It must be here.Where did it go? Did the gardener threw it or something?

I knelt down and sighed.What have I done? That ring didn't mean anything except for the fact that I had boundaries.Now that I've lost it,it meant that my walls were broken.

Disappointedly,I walked back to the house and directly to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast for us.

As I was setting the table,she walked out of her room.I strictly avoided any eye contact with her.

"Hi." She whispered and sat down.

"Des.'' I whispered and sat down as well.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked, assuming that she hadn't slept either.

"I did." She blushed,all of a sudden and looked down at her lap.

She looked pale yet there was a glow of glee on her face.She stared at me in awe,making sure that her piercing gaze didn't miss mine.

She put her hands on mine as a feeling of ecstasy rushed through my heart.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.It's okay.It's okay to be frightened and weak." She added the word 'weak' quickly, reminding of how I told her that I was weak in front of her last night.

"We are good?" She asked.

"We are." I smiled.She slowly embraced me.

"It's okay.'' She whispered and rubbed her hands on my thigh.

How can we ever be good? How can I ever look at her the same way?

"Blake, don't overthink.Let's go somewhere and take your mind off of this." She said.

"I...I have to go to office today." I said.

"Oh, it's great.Come home soon." She said.

"Yes,and do you want anything?" I asked.

"No, it's okay.Just return home safe." She smiled.

"Oh and..." She lifted her hand on the table and placed something in front of me.I gasped at the ring.She collected it for me.

"I thought so..." She bit her lips.

I smiled at her.I didn't have any inquiries to attend but I just needed to get away from her.

Edith POV

The sun finally settled down as the bright skies were replaced with a shade of dark clouds.

Suddenly, the wind hit the Thai glass aggressively.There was a storm on it's way.

Blake didn't return yet.It was 7 pm and he should've arrived home by now.

What did we do last night? In excuse for a little drinks and chit chat,we invaded each other's lips.I remember every single bit of it and I wasn't intending to forget about it anytime soon.When I touched his chest,I felt how his heart was beating as fast as mine.I felt how nervous he was.I didn't force him in any way.He was reprehensible for his actions but when he decided that he wanted to kiss me,I didn't rest either.I didn't stop him because I wanted it for so long and I couldn't restrain myself from kissing him back.When I touched his chest,I felt how bulky and muscular it was.I wanted to rip apart his shirt and kiss his bronze skin.His neck was long and narrow.It was just as hard as rock like his chest.I wanted to kiss his neck and sniff harder onto his manly fragrance. I regretted that why we didn't start kissing a while ago.Why did the sun had to rise just at the moment we were kissing?

There was something similar about the sun and Blake.As if he was the sun but he didn't believe it.I saw the sun in his eyes.He was always the sun.Everytime I saw the sun,it reminded me of him.Almost like he was the sun of my life.

I sighed.The thin rain crashed on the window making a splashing sound.

I looked at the rain.Was he out there in the storm? Was he okay?

Should I call him? Would it be appropriate? Would he feel bothered?

I picked up my phone and looked at his number for a good couple of minutes before clicking the button.

It rang for the first few seconds.

"Des... Desdemona." He whispered in a breathy tone.I loved how he always hesitated while taking my name.

"Blake? When will you come home?" I asked in a wifey tone.

"I am on my way,Des.I just had a meeting a while ago." He replied.It felt like he was smiling.

"Be careful." I said.There was nothing more I could say.

"Of course,you too.Take care." He said.

"Bye." I whispered.

"Bye." He whispered back.

Several questions ran across my mind.I almost gasped when I heard a knock on my door.

I turned around as the door let out a creak and there was an astonishing man standing right there.

"Blake." I smiled as I walked towards him.He revealed a smile as he saw me.I gave him a small hug.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

''I was in a meeting. '' He replied. It was probably some underworld meeting, since it was being held at this time of the day.

''Let's have dinner! I cooked for you.'' I smiled at him widely. I tried my best to make him feel comfortable.

''I've had dinner already. I am heading to bed." He said.

"Ok,goodnight. " I whispered.

He never ate when I cooked.The last time,I made him mac and cheese,it was disastrous.

I just ignored the whole fact thinking that maybe he was full and didn't have the appetite to eat any more.

I was hurt and a tad bit disappointed. He left without even saying anything else. I just wanted to make things right.

Blake POV

I really didn't have any energy left in me.I haven't slept last night yet I was awake.My eye lids were closed but I couldn't sleep because whenever I closed my eyes, her face was lingering in my mind.

I should've at least tasted the food she made for me with such affection.She was only trying to make things right between us but I wasn't giving her any opportunity.

Her disappointed face hurts me the most.

I was the one who kissed her and I was acting like she's to blame.

-

I opened my eyes and looked at the time.It was 9!

Thankfully,it was a weekend.I got up quickly and freshened myself.I put a grey t-shirt on myself and walked out of the room.

She was in the living room watching the television.

Seeing me,she waved me a hi and smiled before her attention turned towards the TV again.

My plan was to go to the kitchen and cook something but there was already food on the table.

Before any thought crossed my mind,Des stood beside me and said,"I made breakfast for you.You can eat if you want to." She let out a huge smile and continued,"...and if you don't want to,I won't mind."

The smile never left her face.This little girl here was trying to hide her emotions but I can read a person through their eyes.

She was in a lot of pain.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" I asked to her as I furrowed my brows and leaned closer to her.

"You...um." She bit her lips and looked down.

"I what?" I asked, intentionally provoking her to continue.My tone was very strict and strong.Strong enough to make her fear.

"Don't be rude to me." She gulped and looked down.Her eyes reflected more and more pain as each second went by.

I pulled her to my chest and patted her head.She wrapped her thin hands around me and embraced me tightly.

"Why wouldn't I want to eat the food prepared by you? Of course,I want to.I would love to! But trust me Des,I was really tired last night.I didn't know that it would reach to you in such a way." I whispered.

"It's okay.I only wanted to make you happy." She looked at me with her moisty eyes.She was emotional, wasn't she?

I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Let's eat together and try not to overthink, okay? See how harmful it is?" I explained to her.

She nodded and smiled before eating her food.

"Hey,um,do you have the food you cooked last night?" I asked.

"Yes,I kept in the refrigerator." She replied.

"Can you reheat it for me this afternoon.I will have it for lunch." I said.

"Oh? S-sure I will." She smiled.