My heart's desire

My heart's desire

Chapter 20

Jade

*I slightly open my eyes . Only to find him staring down at me. The butterflies in my stomach*

Jade : What ?

Dante : You look so beautiful .

Jade : I just woke up .

Dante : Even when you're a sleep, you look like an angel

*He says with his hands touching my face . Making every part of my body heat up.*

Dante : How are you feeling ?

Jade : Better.

Dante : Wanna talk about it ?

*I look up and stare at him for a few minutes. With him, it's different. I feel safe and secure around him . Maybe telling him wouldn't hurt.*

Jade : Umm...

Emma : Don't do it , don't tell him . Remember what happened with Ky?

*I just ignore her and take a deep breath, looking straight.*

Jade : I um, I'm sick .

*He continues giving me warm filled eyes.*

Jade : I am schizophrenic

*I say, staring straight in his eyes . He still doesn't say anything, just stares into my eyes.*

Jade : It's a mental disease. I, um, I see things and, um, people that no one else sees and I...

Dante : I know what schizophrenia is . Is that who you are always talking to every time?

Jade : Oh, that's Emma .

Dante : Is she here right now ?

Jade : No, she left . Look, I understand if you...

Dante : Shh, it's okay . Come closer.

*He says, pulling me towards him and perking my forehead more than once. It's more like he's giving me assurance and support. Maybe I'm reading too much into this.*

Dante : Thank you for trusting me with your secret.

*I just nod my head, snuggling closer to him . He raises my chin, forcing my eyes to stare into his. We maintain eye contain for a few minutes. He smashes his lips into mine, and we kiss passionately. I giggle when I feel his hands underneath me . He grins and kisses me again as his hands slide underneath my oversized t-

shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he explores. My hands go to

his hair, and I tighten the grip of my legs around him until he moves forward

and I feel him getting hard between my legs. He groans against my mouth

and pulls away from me to whip my shirt over my head and throw it. His

hooded eyes, hot and lustful, drink me in, as he cups both my breasts in his hands and smiles, admiring them.*