Waiting for Love for Me

21 CROSSING THE LINE

Alila didn't notice, not knowing when Dimas stopped the car. Suddenly Dimas' left hand was already on his waist. His blanket had escaped down to his lap.

"Dim.."

"Don't talk anymore. I just want it to be like this, Al."

Their faces were very close. Dimas' right hand touched Alila's face. At once, Alila closed her eyes. The hand cleaned Alila's face from the strands of hair that covered her and stopped settling on her shoulder.

"Pretty." Mumbled Dimas with eyes full of admiration for the woman before his eyes.

Alila could think of nothing more. His body felt stiff unable to move. Only his chest seemed to rise and fall so quickly with an uncontrollable roar of breath again. His heartbeat had already fallen apart with no rhythm, as if only a huge hammer had struck him countless times..

"Open your eyes, Al. I'm not gonna do anything to you."

Dimas' voice sounded soft but his breath was so caressed Alila's face. With a thumping heart he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was of course the charming face of Dimas that was plastered in front of him.

"Dim.."

I don't know what came to Alila's mind at that moment, her hands began to dare to touch Dimas's face right on his cheek. Hot Eve ambushed his chest with tremors that tickled the entire space of his heart.

(I'm sorry, Dim. I can't control my hand.)

Dimas did not expect to get this treatment from Alila. Her eyes were closed just like that, enjoying the gentle touch of Alila's hand. This situation really tested his male instinct. His subconscious is starting to want more of it.

(Your touch seduces me, Al. What if I get out of control.).

The defenses begin to collapse. Dimas opened his eyes with dimmed eyes. While in front of her, Alila still continued to stare at her with an increasingly glaring gaze. The passion of love has mastered both.

Dimas grabbed Alila's hand that was still touching her skin. He brought the hand down, let it go and let it somehow move to what part again.

He focused on the face before him. His right hand back on Alila's face, his fingers began to dance moving touching one by one part of the face, stopping long on his tiny lips, until it ended at the nape of Alila. Dimas rubbed it slowly and then brought Alila's face closer to his face.

Alila closed her eyes, letting Dimas do whatever she wanted. His entire body had heated up, his passion was at its highest point.

Without a fight, Dimas' lips fused over Alila's. The lip-touch spurred Dimas' desire to kiss her deeper and wider with a nimble gesture that burned Alila's passion to reciprocate and compensate for her kiss.

Their first kiss that was so warm and deep, just happened and continued unabashedly between them.

Alila's hand moved quickly to embrace Dimas' neck, followed by Dimas's hand which began to dare to touch other sensitive parts of Alila's body.

"Dim..."

Alila's shrill voice made Dimas flinch unusually. He opened his eyes and saw the face of Alila who remained looking at him lovingly. Alila's hand still touched her cheek gently. While his own hand was still on Alila's waist and the other one was still holding her shoulder.

The instant Dimas regained his senses, he woke up from his wild fantasies that had wandered everywhere. His consciousness had recovered, re-assembled intact in his real mind realm.

She tried to show her smile to Alila to allay her shock over her own dirty thoughts. Trying to muffle his breath that is still hunting due to his imagination is very inappropriate earlier.

(I'm sorry, Al. Thankfully, nothing happens that is out of bounds between us.)

"Are you okay, Dim?"

Dimas shook his head quickly.

"It's okay. Ii'm sorry. I just got carried away."

Dimas pulled Alila's hand from her face. He grabbed it and kissed the back of the hand gently.

"We're home, Al."

Alila nodded her head and tidied up her sitting position. Dimas helped cover his body carefully. Then he readied himself behind the wheel and re-applied his car in the middle of the crowded highway.

They were in Alila's yard. Alila uncovers the blanket she wears and folds it neatly and is returned to the back seat.

Before descending, Dimas grabs Alila's hand and brings her to his lap.

"Al, I'm sorry.."

"What's up, Dim?"

"So I almost got out of control and crossed my line."

That's what Dimas is like, no matter what happens he always talks about what he is. Although his attitude was cold and indifferent, but he was always telling the truth.

"I'm sorry too, Dim. My hand was sassy..."

Alila was embarrassed. He was still imagined earlier, when his hand boldly touched Dimas' cheek.

Dimas became anxious to see the timid Alila and hid his face.

She brought Alila's hand to her face, then pressed it against her cheek.

"I don't mind, Al."

Alila, who felt her hand move, raised her head and grew embarrassed to see her hand touch Dimas' cheek again. He wanted to pull his hand but Dimas's hand kept it.

Alila looked at Dimas who kept smiling returning his gaze. Her face moved sideways towards Alila's hand which was on her cheek so that her lips touched Alila's palm and kissed her.

"I love you, Al. And I love your touch."

Alila's face was red again. He felt both happy and ashamed.

(If you knew, Dim. For four years I have been waiting for happy moments like this. I can finally feel it with you.)

"Don't talk about it again, Dim. I'm ashamed.."

"Why embarrassed? Do you regret doing it?"

"It's not so, Dim. I just felt too aggressive and brave. And it's like it's not me."

"It really just happened. I spontaneously did. Sorry..."

"I know that, Al. Don't feel guilty anymore. I told you I liked it."

Alila quiet. His gaze swept across Dimas' face with a thought he had yet to comprehend.

"You're changing now, Dim."

"I? Why did I change?"

"Your actions and your words now, like not yourself, Dim.."

"really?"

Dimas smiled at Alila.

"Includes that smile of yours. You used to be so hard to show your smile."

"There again?"

"Before you rarely said thank you to others."

"The others?"

"You're not a romantic guy. But lately your attitude has become very sweet."

"Yes, one more. You're talking too much now."

Alila tried to decipher one by one the changes in Dimas she felt. It's not a bad change. Just something that a Dimas doesn't normally do.

"Are I really like that, Al?"

The hand was still clutching Alila's hand tightly.

"Do you want to know why I became like that?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Alila briefly.

"It's all because of you, Al. Because I love you."

Once again Alila's heart trembled violently followed by a loud thump that stifled her chest but gave rise to a sense of happiness.

"It wasn't that I deliberately changed because of you, Al. But it all just came out of me. And I really enjoyed this change. Because you're always with me."

"Whatever happens to you, I just want you to always be yourself, Dim. Because I love you what you are."

Without any doubt Alila pulled out their hands that were clasping each other tightly. He kissed the back of Dimas' hand lovingly. His eyes closed, enjoying the flow of happiness that permeated his entire heart.

Dimas's face drew closer to Alila. In a slow motion, she kissed the back of Alila's hand from the opposite side. Express all his love for the soulmate.

Alila opened her eyes. He looked at Dimas' face before him. They kissed each other's hands. Smile strokes were seen from both of their faces which continued to emit the most beautiful rays of happiness and aura of love.

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