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“But your lips,” Nora laughs, kissing my lips and face repeatedly. I pull away from her kisses and look her in the eyes.
“One more thing.” I reach down into my bra and pull out the key ring, letting the guitar dangle in front of her face. Nora looks at me as if I have just given her the most expensive gift in the world. She gives me a tender kiss, her tongue immediately finding its way into my mouth and her hands gripping my hair.
“We can’t be here,” Nora says roughly.
“Why?” I ask, confused
“Because I need to touch you right now.” “I must be in your good books.” I chuckle. “The best.”
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Once we got back to the hotel room, we had a shower, drank some wine and then we…
“Do you reckon there’s a way I can keep those flowers forever?” Nora asks, staring at the flowers I got her sat in a mug filled with water, the best solution to not having a vase.
“I’m sure you could save a couple of petals, put it in a scrapbook or something.”
“Good idea.” Nora shoots out of bed, completely naked, her bum peachy, making me a little jealous. The only time we seem to have clothes on round each other is when we’re outside of this hotel room, but I like it this way. It feels natural. She picks a couple of petals from the flowers. She finds a notebook in her suitcase and shoves the petals in between the pages.
“If I were a flower, what flower do you think I’d be?” Nora asks, finding her way back into the bed snuggled up into my side.
“I’d say you were a sunflower, because you’re just a bright person.” I answer. Nora is the personification of the sun. Brightens up your day every time you see it and feels great to be touched by.
“What about me?” I return the question.
“You remind me of a hibiscus flower.” Nora says confidently. “It seems you’ve already thought about that answer.”
“I have, you see, flowers all have different meanings. I only know a couple,
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one of them being hibiscus. Hibiscus’s meaning is ‘delicate beauty’, and that you most certainly are Ophelia.”
I don’t know how to explain it, but Nora has such a way with words; it makes me weak at the knees. You know, when someone says something so beautiful, you’re taken aback. I also just find it fascinating that I am actually perceived. Of course, I know people see me and they know me, but it’s when I hear their thoughts about my looks, the things I do, all those little things. It’s silly, I know, because here I am thinking about how wonderful Nora is and all the little things about her, but for someone else to think those things about me, it’s odd. I’m not sure if that’s a confidence thing, just hoping I blend into the background and no one really bats an eyelid or what.
After sharing some more kisses, I pull away, realising my stomach is growling at me angrily. We kiss so much I think it might be easier to sew our lips together.
“Are you hungry?” I ask
“I ate recently, actually.” Nora smirks, her eyes darting down to her. I go closer to her lips, and stare into her eyes, although they’ve kind of blended into one.
“Okay, are you hungry for some proper food?” I whisper. She nods. We order some room service to the room, which the worker brings up on a little wheelie table. We ordered whatever was available on the night menu, which ended up being plaintomato pasta and crusty bread. Food is food, I guess. Nora twists her fork into the spaghetti and shoves it into her mouth.
“Mmm.” Nora hums with pleasure.
“Come on, it can’t be that good.”
“Any dinner with you immediately makes it a five star meal.” My cheeks flush with heat, as they do most of the time I’m with Nora. I don’t quite understand how she’s so smooth. Whenever I attempt to say something flirty, I sound like it’s my first day on earth.
“Oh my god, can we do the lady and the tramp kiss?!” Nora’s eyes fill with light as she tells me this bright idea. I pick up a singular spaghetti and place
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