Chapter 5 – You’re Just Too Good To Be True, Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

The late afternoon slipped away in a swirl of reddish clouds and cool breeze, and turned into a dark – very, very dark – evening.

But darkness was exactly what Carmen needed. Her eyes hurt terribly, and the sharp pain that had been haunting her restlessly had extended to her forehead, to her temples. A buzzing noise that blurred her vision and her thoughts, with only Shane and her kisses to soothe it.

One could think that Shane jumped on Carmen, tearing up her clothes and fucking her until she was breathless, but that didn’t happen. They just stayed like that, kissing softly and gently, for what seemed forever. Shane on her knees, between Carmen’s slightly parted legs. Carmen sitting on the bed, her arms circling Shane’s neck, her fingers playing with the thickness of her messy hair.

Pounding hearts and wet lips and hands roaming so slightly, so prudishly, and not for a second – at least not then, not there – Shane realized that she was doing something so uncanny, so substantially different from who she was.

Shane just let herself drift into Carmen’s scent, into the feeling of Carmen’s newly discovered beauty. Such an amazing beauty, a magnificence so blinding that Shane would just close her eyes and breathe deeply, from time to time. Caught into a complete, utter disbelief. Upset. Touched. Emotionally overwhelmed, and physically devoured by desire and something else, something new, something that was like a gnawing feeling that just wouldn’t leave her alone.

Love. Love? You’re into the wild, now.

What seemed like hours passed, and finally Shane pulled back. The long shadows of the evening painted endless prolongations of hers and Carmen’s body, they were everywhere on the floor, on the walls, on every piece of furniture in the room.

Shane smoothed down Carmen’s hair, stroked her cheeks, narrowing her eyes and observing Carmen’s slightly parted lips, Carmen’s closed eyes, Carmen’s flushed cheekbones.

“Ah… well…”, she breathed out, repressing a smirk.

Carmen’s eyes fluttered again behind her closed eyelids as she smiled. Her hands reached for Shane’s face, outlining its contour. She didn’t reply. She just kept on touching Shane that way, as if she was trying to interiorize every little detail.