Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

He took a breath deeper than the other, the skin of his chest strained, then decided to answer. "If I have to be honest, I don't know. And I do not care to know".

"Something happened between you?"

"This evening you are particularly impicciona or am I wrong?"

His hand came to my face to take away a lock of blonde that I fell on her face, the put it back in place behind my ear. I felt a shock from the precise point in which grazed my cheek and reach every part of me, even the most recondite.

"If you don't want to not do anything" I reassured him.

"I will do like you, I will say that I don't remember". A smile surfaced between the lips. I was taking around.

"I swear I don't lie when I say that".

"I know." His deep voice reached me straight to the heart. "You have to dig inside yourself to find your memories".

"Do you think that I can do it really?"

I felt my heart beat wildly, strong enough that I was afraid he would be aware of the rumble.

"I think you can do great things, the little fox". Nothing could assicurarmelo, and yet I felt that he was sincere, both because of the tone of voice both on account of the actions that had led up to that moment with me. "You just have to believe a little more in yourself. As Alcor, the Star of the Fox, that against all logic astrophysics decides to shine through most of the other stars. Is only up to you, it is you that you have the universe in you hands."

"Sometimes, I fear," ammisi. He seemed almost surprised, then understanding. "I thought I was immune to fear, but it is not so. Today

, I heard. I seriously thought that we would not have done when I started to feel a smell of cyanide".

Davil pressed me more strongly to itself. Then, plan, sat down with the hand against the wall to hovering over my body. So I found myself rolling on his back while he put a knee between his legs. God.

I felt him like a sea breeze.

The wave that haunts us is the same that we drag and drop. He was mine. I was a wave of foam, the soft unfolding of the water against the rocks. I compressed between him and the bed, with one hand against the wall, intent on flettergli the arm for not looking at him. And his gaze on me was a blessing.

He baptized me with the irises and went up to my chest. He saw the tips of my breasts go under the light fabric of the blouse from the night.

And I realized that it would always be so: I did not have the strength to derail that train that we swept away. I would always opened beneath him like a bud in spring. He was the one who knew how to put the borders, stop. It was always him who did not want to take the next step, beyond the point of no return.

And it was true that we can't, but for him the question seemed more serious, more deep than it was for me.

Her face is left drag from the sweetness and at the same time from the gloom of that moment, I saw him ottenebrarsi and then light up, without solution of continuity. The rays of the moon were seeping in from the window not far away, and the wet half of the face. A face divided in the middle. A soul that had a secret, a ventricle missing, a constellation that had been broken.

But his lips were whole, united and unique. The I yearned deeply, in every where of myself. It was clear to me from the beauty and shining they were made that th time.

He was the type to kiss, I saw it well. I wondered if I kissed Daphne, when they were together. A trickle of jealousy I contracted the stomach.

His knee moved against me and put to rest that feeling.

This time was not only between my legs, but against that corner-soaked passion that created. And pushed bully the blade in my

flesh, anchored to the mattress: brushed his arrogant against the fabric soaked my panties. A groan I melted on the tongue.

Only at that point, his lips infiltrated between the strands of my hair, to get to my neck. Found the sign that had left me in the bathroom of the university to Burlington and you lay a kiss is gentle. And he went up with the caress of his nose and reached my ear.

I had a bow ready to melt.

"You're not afraid of blood and death," she hissed, in a deep voice. And I aggrappai with both han the living and scare you".

I

let go of the eyes to heaven, while with the other hand he followed the profile of my side.

"Davil..." his name was a shame in my mouth.

"Am I wrong?"

"And what about you?" My heart and her were so close that, if we had flesh and bones to separate them, it would be possible to kiss. "Of what are you afraid?"

I felt his cheek rubbing against mine, as he was moving away enough to look me in the face. I was full of his scent.

"I am afraid that I will begin to count the things that I would prefer to get now, like counting sheep when you can't sleep, and that I addormenterò before you get to the end".

"What made you stop?"

"The fact that the list is infinite, so I could stand here and count for always".

My fingertip crept into the hollow of her chest. I outlined the groove of the muscles up to his abs, I started to fiddle with the fluff.

"If you want the count together," I suggested, catching the teeth my lower lip. "There is no one who can see us".

"You and I are already two witnesses, too.

"And then? If you love me cover the shoulders, I cover your. We have already decided, this".

"The sentences are not affected in prison, the little fox". His hand returned to caress me in the face, his knuckles traced the profile of my jaw and then to my lips. "It's not enough for someone to see you, and you declare, sometimes we are the worst jailers of ourselves."

Not held the legs, I let you wring around his

knee, the chest I was trembling like mad.

"I'm so wrong for you?" My hands went back up to his neck, to be able to get as close as possible.

I felt that no provocation he would give in, not that night. One night when I was broken, and he worried. I would have never taken to the limit after that day.

"Now sleep". Davil came and left me a kiss on the head, including the hair. It was his bedtime.

I let him go, he went back to his place on the bed and filming as much distance as possible in this small space.

I wanted to hide the excitement that I was gripped, so I turned around against the wall and made strong the pillow between my hands, anxiety, and desire accumulated in the

stomach.

After a few long moments of silence, I felt his body coiling the back and his hand stringermi the side. My shoulder

blades joined to his chest and I calmed down completely.

There was no need to say one other word, I fell asleep in the silence that disturbed the sound of his deep breaths

against my neck.

When I opened my eyes, I seemed to live in a memory.

To me, I rolled away from him in the bed in the feeling of empty encircling me, and I soon realized that Davil, was no longer there, at my side.

The dark outside the window suggested to me that it was the dead of night, not a sound was audible all over the room.

He was not there, but the door to my room was closed. Her shirt then was still left on the chair.