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the end on my lips, guiding the other side into Nora’s mouth. I can’t stop laughing as we edge our lips closer together. Eventually, our lips meet, but now we both just have spaghetti in our mouth. I bite down on the spaghetti and pull away, the food almost slipping out of my mouth. I lift my hand to my mouth to avoid any humiliation of me spitting my pasta out.
“You’re so cute.” Nora says.
“Me almost spitting out my spaghetti is cute?” “Adorable.” Nora smiles.
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Chapter 14
WEEK 2
We lay in bed, kissing each other softly, our naked bodies tangled together. We got back from a dinner and like magnets we latched onto each other, as we have done most nights. Nora’s hand finds its way up and down my lower back, sending shivers through my body.
“Are you trying to go for round two?” I chuckle, her touch turning me on immediately again.
“Wouldn’t say no.”
“You’ve got to let me recover after that.” Nora places delicate kisses on my jaw and neck, like a butterfly. The breath from her nose tickles me just slightly. I look at her eyes, falling into her deep blue currents, her eyelashes dark and long. I trace my fingers along her face, past every freckle dotted along her sun kissed skin. Being with Nora compared to my past ‘flings’ isa fresh experience. I’ve never truly felt a connection like this. Usually I’d get up and immediately put on my clothes, hiding my naked self as quickly as possible. But not with Nora. Nora made me feel comfortable, asking me every step of the way if what she was doing was okay. The praise she gave me as well, as if my body was a temple that she treated with the utmost respect and love. I’d always been so afraid for people to look at me during sex, but with Nora, I wanted to be seen. I allowed Nora to see me. She knew her way around my body, reading my body language, the sounds I made, making sure
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she hit every right spot. Not only that, but she got off on my pleasure too. She enjoyed touching me and she showed it. She made me feel beautiful even if it was just for a moment.
“Fancy going out?” Nora says.
“Always, where?” I reply.
“It’s a surprise. Dress nice.” Nora insists and its kind of sexy being told what to do, no ifs or buts.
I get up and look through my suitcase again, knowing exactly what dress I’m looking for, perfect for the occasion. I pull out a midi baby pink satin dress and pull it up over my body. Nora wolf whistles at me.
“That looks stunning on you, Ophelia.”
“I don’t know. It feels like it fits me weird.” I’ve always been insecure about my appearance, constantly comparing myself to every other person. Am I too flat? Am I too big? Am I too tall? Are my eye bags too dark? Every single detail I pick apart, and I wish I could help it, but since Coco’s gone, it’s gotten worse. I think because I don’t have my best friend to lift me up anytime I judge myself. I play around with the dress, trying to flatten out any crease. Nora walks over and places her hand on my hips, turning me to face her. She lowers herself, kissing my chest, my stomach, my hips, my legs, her hands remaining on my hips. She comes back up to my face , squishing my cheeks together with one hand.
“If I could make you see yourself through my eyes, you’d realise you are the most beautiful person.” Norasays, pulling me in for a kiss, holding my head and deepening the kiss further. Her hand edges to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“You’re squeezing nothing, Nora.” I laugh.
“If I can squeeze something, it’s enough.” Nora winks at me and walks into the bathroom. I pair the dress with a kitten heel, letting my voluminous curls move freely. Nora comes out looking better than ever, although she’s wearing the same set from earlier since we’ve been stuck to each other’s side the whole day. She has wet hair that dangles down her face, making her skin seem more radiant. It’s weird how the world works and somehow we’ve ended up here, in Greece, together.
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We walk on through the hotel. I’m still oblivious to where we’re going, but I’m not too bothered as long as it’s with Nora. We walk up to where the karaoke was, but the room had completely changed. They have made it a lot more fancy, with white cloths on the tables, flowers for centrepieces, and everyone here dressed up. The drunk woman from karaoke is now in a little summer dress, a lot more tame. I hold on to Nora’s hand tightly and pull her arm closer to me.
“What is this, Nora?”
“It’s drinks and slow dancing.” I laugh out loud, thinking she’s joking, but her face remains collected.
“Oh, you’re being serious?” I ask, before realising the cheesy love songs playing on the speakers, and the middle-aged couples dancing closely to their partners on the dance floor. Nora walks onto the dance floor and pulls my hand over.