True Love
(Book 4) – Chapter 132

-It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

-It is, perfect.

-I knew you’d like it.

-Why did you follow me?

-I saw you in the village and decided to follow you because I really want to get to know you.

-I’m not a good friend, believe me.

-I’ll sacrifice myself.

-I’m sorry if I’ve been unfriendly, but I’m not really interested in… -I’m not interested in…

-Who hurt you so much?

She looked into his eyes, and her own eyes began to cloud over, she wanted to hold back the urge to cry and not remember anything, especially not in those beautiful moments.

-Leave me alone, I can go down on my own.

-I don’t want to!

She saw how thick tears were falling down her cheeks and her nose was turning extremely red. She looked at the stunning view of the sea and the sun setting, the contrast between the sunlight and the sea was exquisite as if it transported you to another time. The orange and reddish colour was breathtakingly perfect, her pain was easing as she admired the scenery.

She was so distracted that he approached her, cupped her wet cheek with open palms, brought his lips to hers in a soft k**s. The most tender touch she had ever felt in her life, so pure and innocent but deep down it hid many wonderful secrets. It was very fast, but slow processes, just the touch of her lips. He withdrew little by little while staring into her eyes, she on the contrary looked at him with wide eyes, clearly she was surprised, but she didn’t feel any discomfort about it. Although if she slapped him she deserved it.

-Because… Because… She touched her fingertips to her lips as she looked down at the floor. – Why did you do that?

-I’m sorry, I… It’s just that you… You’re really very beautiful and I like you a lot.

-You don’t know me at all. He moistened his lips with his tongue, until he could see her face again. -I don’t want you to follow me ever again.

He saw again the same look of the beach “fear” he didn’t blame her, it was the second time he saw it and he had already kissed her, it was reckless yes, but he couldn’t help it, she was very beautiful and sweet, it was something he couldn’t avoid. But she didn’t like that he was afraid of her at all, he would never hurt her. She began to back away from him as far as she could.

-No wait… I don’t want to hurt you, I want to get to know you.

-Get away from me.

-I’ll buy you dinner tonight, come on it’ll just be a friendly dinner.

-Are you crazy? Or don’t you hear what I’m saying?

She walked towards the car and tried to get off the bicycle and when she finally managed to do so, he approached her, taking her by the wrist.

-It’s late, it’s not advisable for you to go down on your bike. I’ll take you.

-I didn’t ask you to take me in the first place, so I’ll manage to get off.

-Why are you afraid of me?

-And you’re still asking me.

He tried to get on the small two-wheeler but it stopped him.

-I’m really sorry I kissed you without your permission, I’d like to start over with you, okay?

-No! I don’t want this again, I don’t want to go through any more smells, I’m sick of all this.

She slipped out of his grip and got on her bike, riding away with tears clouding the heavy road. Her vision blurred as she descended. She prayed he wouldn’t follow her in his car, it would be too easy for him to catch up with her, but whatever he said he wouldn’t get back in his car. He had crossed the line, kissed her without her permission and she didn’t want that, she didn’t want to make out with anyone else. She dreaded ever feeling anything for anyone else again and this man insisted on wanting to drag her into a madness. The cold breeze dried her eyes as she rode her bike faster. She wanted to get home and crawl into bed to sleep for about three days.

It had been a terrible mistake to have kissed her, but he couldn’t blame him for feeling such an urge to taste those full lips. He was so vulnerable and sad at that moment that he thought nothing else, he took advantage of her, he was a jerk. He hit the veranda railing out of sheer frustration, he had f****d up, shit! he thought. He didn’t want to follow her, and he regretted not having done so, but he had to give her her space. The island was too small, somewhere he would meet her again and he would do things right this time.

On the other hand, in the end Andromeda decided to get dressed up and go out that night, why not? That was why she had gone to Greece, wasn’t it? Because staying cooped up at home every day wasn’t ideal. The night was very cool, so she wore a dress of a beige silk-like fabric, highlighting her curves and breasts, with thin straps. She put on her Roman sandals, her hair in a big high ponytail, some perfume, her handbag and that was it. Walking would do her good.

The street was busy, lots of young people and couples everywhere. It was very pleasant and encouraged her to have a good time, she remembered that along the way she had seen some drinking places, so she headed there to choose the best place to have dinner and hang out. And so it was, he found the perfect place, he took a seat at a table away from everyone, but what he saw he didn’t like at all “Antoni” was everywhere, but that wasn’t all, he wasn’t alone but rather with a brunette with very dark hair and endless curves, she was sitting almost on his lap on the street level groping him to the Greek like a throwback.

And of course, he was not indifferent to her, his smile indicated that he was on good terms with her, more so than they seemed to make others see. The brunette was very daring, giving him bold glances and furtive caresses like those of a lover. It must have been worth it to her what she was seeing, but the truth is that she felt a little bit of anger and she didn’t understand why. The funniest thing of all was that that same day he had kissed her, asking her to get to know her better, and now he was with a tart almost on top of him. It was that all men were the same, if they didn’t get something from one, they went to look for it somewhere else.