(Amaia)
We sat on Alnitak's bed and conversed for an hour.
"So you like watching old movies for fun, reading books and eating jelly? They are your hobbies," he asks. Amusedly.
His hand plays with my long hair, especially the silver streak in it.
"Old movies are fun. I wish they still made them. For a while, one forgets the seriousness of our lives," I confide in him, and he smiles in agreement.
"And jelly?" He asks wickedly, pressing my hair to his nose and taking a deep whiff.
"It's a delicacy now. I love the tangy flavour and how it just melts in the mouth."
"The best delicacy is chocolate. Nothing melts like chocolate, especially in your mouth," he leans closer and murmurs into my hair. His breath makes sparks dance around my body like a second skin. "I wonder how it will melt in the warmth between your legs."
His words make my ears burn and my body shudder. So shameless, Alnitak has no filters whatsoever. His lips trace the silver streak in my hair.
