My Soul To Take
Serefina adored the sun. It was warm and comforting in its consistency and amiable lack of discrimination; it shone on everyone like Jesus’ love. It had kissed her many times, manifested in the light dots across her cheeks and shoulders. Yes, Serefina, ever the country girl, found herself a kindred spirit to the sun and much preferred day to night. And yet, as of right now, the night was a better friend to her.
The ambiguous darkness was wrapping around her until she was simply a dark shadow in the midnight-pigmented shading that had overtaken the city. In this state, in this veiled state of being, Serefina was no longer a creature of fame and mystery, but another girl walking down the street to meet a guy that made her heart flutter. Declan. His very name sent a tingle down her spine, and her fingers twisted together as some strange mix of anxiety and anticipation overtook her. It wasn’t supposed to be like this – she wasn’t supposed to feel so strongly about a man so evidently wrong for her. What would Papa think of his innocent little girl arranging meetings with a reality-TV star that had earned his name through partying, fighting, and having sex? All he was known for, she stood against. She was Hollywood’s veritable angel, a girl of undeniably soft beauty that oozed an unalloyed quality that couldn’t be faked; she was the model who sold thousand of magazines in a skimpy lingerie set before putting back on her purity ring and going to church.
And yet, the good girl was completely and irrevocably attracted to the wild child. He made her laugh so very easily, and something between them was just effortless. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but conversations flowed so naturally and smiles were so prevalent in their interactions it was almost strange. While his looks weren’t at all the main part of her attraction, it certainly helped - his caramel hair was soft and made her fingers shake with the desire to run through the locks; his smile was intoxicating, whenever he smiled, his perfect white teeth flashing, she found her own lips curling upwards, at times even involuntarily. His blue eyes were piercing, to say the least she could about them, and if his orbs’ gaze turned their path on her skin to fire, she shivered to think what his hands could do to her. And his arms – oh, his arms. They were so very large, round and muscular from dedicated training that he was so known for. She had long tried to deny that she wanted them around her, encircling her waist and pulling her closer; biceps flexing as she was drawn into his body and sheltered from the bright flashes and instability that was their lifestyle. But obviously her self-denial was just that, as she had all too easily agreed to spend time with the celebrity in his house. Alone. At night. Albeit the last fact had come about as a precaution to shield their meeting from the prying eyes of paparazzi, it was a recipe for something either wondrous or catastrophic, and Serefina was all too aware of that fact.
The trek to Declan’s apartment was one she had only made once before, but she waved and smiled warmly at the door man, blinking a greeting with thankful eyes as he opened the door for her. Her shaking legs were still drawn towards Declan’s living space, and she was soon in the elevator that would deliver her at his doorstep in moments. Her reflection stared back at her, eyes unsuccessfully hiding the ambivalence that rested behind them. She was frightened, even though she shouldn’t have been. Boys made her nervous; even after 21 years on God’s green Earth, she hadn’t gotten used to them. And Declan especially; he had a power over she had multiple times attempted to shrug off, only to have it reinforced with more vigor. So she inspected herself, hands running over the simple outfit she had labored over for at least an hour – an austerely constructed but perfectly fitting black three-quarter sleeve shirt and blue denim skinny jeans that covered all that needed to be concealed, yet it wasn’t enough to hide the fantastic proportions that came with Serefina’s body. And yet, despite a figure and a face enviable by even those in her profession, Serefina refrained from displaying or showcasing it in the ostentatious way many that shared her lifestyle did. While she wasn’t as rake-thin as some of the industry’s models, she was slim with a distinctly feminine curve to her body, a combination that had made her transition into modeling that much easier. And so her covered hips swayed only slightly as she stepped out of the glass elevator and arrived at the entryway of the man that could so easily make her heart knock knock knock just like her knuckles had just rapped against the door.
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