SWNOVELS Chapter 457
"Phoebe..."
Colin was terrified by my self-harm, aware that it was my way of protesting against those shadowy figures observing me from afar.
But the last thing he wanted was for me to hurt myself.
He would rather have a Phoebe who was blissfully unaware and amnesiac than the Phoebe who was fully conscious... at least she'd be carefree.
That's why... after all these years of my memory loss, Colin preferred to suffer in silence, protecting me from the shadows, never daring to come close. He feared that seeing him might trigger my memories of our shared past.
He feared plunging me back into a hellish existence.
He wanted to save me.
He could only watch, helplessly, as I fell for someone else, never daring to come close...
The agony he must have felt.
It had to be a hundred times worse than mine.
To watch the person you love forget you and fall for someone else.
"Phoebe... look at me, please, just look at me," Colin's voice seemed so distant.
He begged me, his voice trembling, pleading for me to look into his eyes.
His eyes, deep blue like the night sky or the vast ocean...
I had once hoped to drown in those eyes of his, where death wouldn't be a punishment, but my escape.
Unfortunately.
It was as if I was cursed, 'resurrected from death'?
"Phoebe."
Colin took me back home, and we hid in the basement.
He held me close, whispering, "Phoebe, we're going to win, we have to."
"Can we really escape?" I asked Colin.
I had asked him the same question when I was eighteen, begging him to take me away.
"No more running..."
Colin said, no more running.
When I was eighteen, Colin had promised me we could, we definitely could escape.
But we failed.
Our youthful selves were no match for the power and influence of those we were up against.
But this time, Colin said no more running.
Alright, then no more running.
They were our nightmare, and we could be theirs.
"No more running..." I reached up to caress Colin's face and kissed him.
Colin brought his hands to my head, deepening our kiss...
I wasn't very good at kissing, struggling to breathe, almost suffocating.
Colin gently kissed the corners of my eyes, tenderly wiping away the tears on my face, his breath scorching. "Phoebe... it hurts."
He was asking for my consent.
If I didn't agree, he wouldn't touch me.
I remembered... during our awkward adolescence, it was the age of hormonal collisions and surges. We
sensations of desire.
tried kissing like this ward
the
"Making love is only right when both parties are willing; anything else is a violation." I remember telling Colin, such matters require consent
Back then, Colin seemed easily swayed by desire.
But he could restrain himself.
For Phoebe, he could control his instincts and desires.
The Colin of the past was like a beast trapped in a cage, with Phoebe being his sole creed.
If killing was the beast's nature, then resisting that nature for you was my way of proving my love.
"Phoebe, we have a license," Colin said, his gaze intense, almost as if he was bragging.
Things were different now; back
then, they were just of age, without
the means to be responsible for
each other, so they had to
е
desperately control their desires and
instincts.
But now, it was different; they were legally married now, and to engage in such intimate acts was lawful.
I paused for a moment, looking at Colin, his eyes filled with innocence and longing as if they could instantly wash away all my fears.
Somewhere inside me, a voice was telling me to hold him tight, to trust him, to fulfill all his desires.
My cheeks flushed at the realization, only now understanding that in my frenzied state, I had already positioned myself on his lap.
His arms wrapped around my waist, the posture incredibly intimate...
With a slight chill at my fingertips, I gently touched his cheek and kissed him again.
Let's be wild one more time... and temporarily forget all the complications.
"Colin..." I took the initiative, unbuttoning my shirt, slipping it off, then reaching for the clasp of my bra...