Revenge to The Devil

"I... I. "I couldn't speak sweet words I had prepared, I just went blank when facing him. I could vaguely remember the second step was to kiss him. In a moment, I put my hands on his shoulders, and when he was stiff with shock, I stood on my toes to kiss his lips.

The moment our lips touched, his passion was triggered like dynamite. Then his rolling passion destroyed all my reason. I could only try my best to respond to him shyly. He held around my waist and pushed me against the wall. He almost swallowed me up with his violent kiss, and his tongue flowed freely in my mouth.

I forgot everything completely, even my identity and the thoughts I had a second ago. The only thing I remember was that he said he loves me! I loved him, too! Then, he suddenly let me go.

He stroked my face with his back of his finger, saying with a sneering smile, "When you are abandoned by him, is it the time to come to me?" I was breathing rapidly, my brain had been burned to ashes, looking at him stupidly with no words.

He turned his face away and he said lightly, "It's late. Go back to your room to rest."

"I love you!" I said as he turned around, and I suddenly grabbed his wrist. At that moment, I didn't want to deceive him, nor did I want to say the prepared words, but the sincere and true words in my heart.

"I've asked myself countless times today: what I exactly wanted to do if I had one last day? The answer is the same every time: I want to go back to my eighteenth birthday, and I want to finish that dream with you! I want to... give the best things to you, I want you to know: I love you to a crazy degree. I am willing to forget who I am and who you are, just to love you with all my heart, even for one day."

Before I finished, he held me in his arms with all his strength, his long fingers in my wet hair, my face on his chest. I could hear his pounding heartbeat.

"Desiree! Are you serious?"

I answered without hesitation. "Yes!"

It's true. It's the truest words I'd ever said in my life! I wouldn't lie to him, nor myself!

"I'll believe you again," he said and picked me up and went up the stairs, saying, "We're back on your eighteenth birthday. Let's start again. "

When I reached the corner of the stairs, I saw my bag lying on the smooth marble floor. I shivered with a chill as I thought about what I had initially planned to do.

"Is it cold?" he asked.

"A little!" I replied. He looked down at my wet clothes and held me closer.

When we entered the room, I thought he would put me in bed and kissed me passionately. But he took me into the bathroom and turned on the taps. It took him a while to put me in the bathtub.

"Ah!" I said as the warm water rushed over my face, my hair, my half-untied clothes.

"You've just been caught in the rain, you need a hot bath to keep warm," he said. I wipe the water off my face and slowly got used to the temperature and speed of the water.

When I saw him sitting by the bathtub, he didn't intend on missing watching me bathing. I was wondering whether I should take off my clothes. The steam from the bath warmed the air up and I just wanted to sink into the bath and relax.