WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL: Episode 61 to 70

?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?

?EPISODE 66 ?

“You expect me to believe that?”
“Yes. Because I’m telling the truth,” he replied.
“She came here and she was all over you,” I argued.

“Did you see me all over her?” he asked evenly.
“I can’t really say. You spent all your time hating the
world.”

“You would too if you went through a corneal transplant
only to live each day watching your girlfriend with another
guy.”

“What?”
“Anderson,” he replied.
“Chaise is just my friend.”
“You might want to recheck that because the rest of the
world didn’t get the memo—including Anderson himself!”
“I made it clear to him that I couldn’t offer him more
than friendship. But he was… persistent.”

“Then you should have told him to fuck off!”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t hurt Chaise’s feelings. He’s
become a dear friend. I owe him a lot. More than anything, I
owe him my life.”

Hunter raised a brow. “Your life?”
I nodded. “My life hadn’t been a walk in the park,
Hunter. I battled and survived all sorts of obstacles, pains
and dangers. From stupid, mean high school kids to
potheads who dared take advantage of me.”

“Potheads?”
I nodded. “I was walking home one night. I was in the
wrong place at the wrong time. I almost got… assaulted or
molested. And Chaise happened to be there. He followed me
home and thank God he did. He saved me.”

I still shiver at the memory of that night. If it weren’t for
Chaise, I wouldn’t be here anymore.

Hunter wouldn’t even
be able to see me at all.
“He… he saved you?” Hunter asked. The ~tone of his
voice told me he couldn’t believe Chaise was capable of
doing that at all. He shifted in the bed to lie on his back,
staring at the ceiling above us.

“I have always been telling Chaise to stay away from
me. But I~ was thankful that he didn’t listen. Because if he
did, then something really bad would have happened to me.

I was just really grateful to him for saving me.”
Hunter continued boring holes at the ceiling. I wish he
would understand why Chaise meant a lot to me now. And I
couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings too.

I looked up and saw the frown on Hunter’s face. He
looked angry again. And I knew it was because of what I
said about Chaise. But I couldn’t help that.

I wasn’t in love with Chaise but that did not mean I didn’t care if his heart
was breaking.
Chaise.
Tania.
Denise.
Hunter’s parents.
I let out a sad sigh when I thought about the people who
would be unhappy or heartbroken if Hunter and I got
together.

But on the other hand… it was me. It was Hunter. It was
a case of us versus them.
I lay on my back too, looking straight towards the
ceiling, lost in my own thoughts.

“I feel like there are many forces in the world that
wouldn’t allow us to be together,” I murmured.

Hunter didn’t say anything for a while. Then I felt him
move closer to me, propping up on an elbow so he could
look into my eyes. He searched my face for a moment. Then
he reached forward and gently caressed my scar with the
back of his fingers.

I raised my hand to his face and touched his cheek. He
turned sideways and kissed my palm. Then he turned to look at me in the eyes again.
“We’d be hurting a lot of people.”

“Well, I don’t really give a damn about what they feel,”
he said in a serious voice. “Especially Anderson. He can go
eat his heart out for all I care! You were mine first. You’re mine forever!”

Then he leaned forward and captured my lips in his. He
kissed me gently at first. And then his kisses became even
more demanding.

I savored the feel of his velvet lips on mine. He moved
so he was on top of me now. He left a trail of kisses from my
lips to my scars. He kissed them gently and then he nuzzled
my neck. I moaned involuntarily as I felt him suck gently on
my skin.

“Angel…” he whispered.
He pulled away so he could look into my eyes. The look
on his face was gentle and rough, triumphant and dark all
the same time, like he was having an inner battle within
himself. He kissed me again with fevered passion, but I
could feel he was controlling his emotions, trying his best to take it slow for fear of scaring me off.

I wasn’t sure where this was going but I sure as hell
didn’t want it to stop.
We had hurt each other in the past. And before this, I
couldn’t even picture us kissing like this.

I felt his hand on my thigh as he pulled my leg up. He
caressed my skin as he nuzzled my neck, giving me
goosebumps, making me moan.

“Hunter…” I whispered his name.
“I have always loved the sound of my name on your lips,
angel,” he whispered as he nipped at my earlobe. “Say it
again.”

I took a deep breath. “Hunter.”
I felt his hands on the edge of the shirt I was wearing.
Then his fingers gently slid under it, touching my bare skin.

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