Previous day ~ December 2nd
He ignored her when she said she wanted to keep watching the movie. He didn’t care. For Gaston, it was most important that Aphro was there for him. It had always been like that, and it will always be so.
So she liked him, huh? How amusing it was, mainly based on how many times she has told him that she wasn’t. Her confession, however, was not at all surprising. Everyone loved him.
Gaston, nevertheless, had no intention of risking his marriage for her. Although she was enchanting… she didn’t have that “it” factor. The girl tried to be harsh with him but eventually cracked faster than Gaston expected her to. She wasn’t quite as good wife material as Belle was. She would bring him shame sooner or later. While he still thought that if he wasn’t with Belle, Aphro would be option two, he chose not to ponder over these hypotheses. He fancied being her forbidden fruit. Her sweet poison. Something so distant and impossible that made her mad from passion - something she wanted but would never own.
She was supposed to satisfy his whims. The girl brought the wine he asked for. Gaston gave her a contented smile. His eyes told her, ‘I won.’
The man took the wine from her. He placed the glass against the shining moon. The drink was clear and rich in color - a beam of light passed nicely through the alcohol. Aphro sat down next to him, asking him not to stain the new sheets. True, it was snow-white and pleasantly soft. Gaston snorted. Did she think she had no manners? Terrifying. He put the glass to his mouth. He emptied it in one gulp and put the hollow vessel on the bedside table with a soft smile. The wine seemed expensive. He knew that thanks to his previous analysis. In addition, the harmonious taste of the alcohol lingered nicely on his tongue.
“It wasn’t the worst.” He answered her question, not giving her the satisfaction of pleasing him. She would have to work harder if she really wanted to achieve that.
He noticed she was glancing at him. He witnessed her reach out her delicate hand and touch his face - her fingers wandered to his nose, cheeks, sharp jaw. Gaston was silent, letting himself be admired by her. He lingered on her eyes, which roamed with delight over his striking features. She rested a slender finger on the man’s lips.
She whispered, “You should moisturize your lips…”
Gaston brought fingers to his mouth. His skin felt coarse. He had always cared for his lips, and he concluded they must have been so chapped due to stress. Keeping his blue eyes on Aphro, he trailed his tongue over his mouth. Wet with saliva, it glowed with a glistening glaze. He gently moved his lips between his teeth, biting them lightly. He smiled pugnaciously. “Are they better now?” he asked lowly.
@elixr ~ Aphrodite Florakis