Elizabetha's breath caught in her throat, her widening eyes settling on his nether regions like cement. The house fell into quiet, with only the man's panting to fill the void. A shiver of shock ran down the girl's spine. And just as stupendously as he came, the boy broke into a wide, beaming smile.
"Elizabetha!!!" The young man cheered before running to her at full force. The girl still couldn't move, embarrassment and terror cutting off all feeling to her legs.
His smile unwavering, the young man leapt atop the red faced girl, and they fell to the ground like timber with him on top.
"Oh, Elizabetha!" He pined as he kissed her cheeks, her nose, and the temple of her forehead. Every kiss was overflowing with eager neediness and unkempt joy. "Oh, I missed you so much! I thought you'd never come back, Elizabetha!! I was so worried and so scared and so sad!!!" He continued kissing her between desperate words until, finally, his lips met hers, melting away her fear.
It was like an electric shock, and she shoved the naked man off of her. Scampering away from him, she cradled her blushing face with her hands.
The young man stayed where he was, whimpering at Elizabetha with a most devastated look in his large, hazel eyes.
It was then that Elizabetha got an eyeful of him. His skin was tanned as if he spent days laboring out in the sun, and his body was tall, thin, but with a lax, light build. His tussled hair was coffee brown. His face was thin, but his pouting cheeks were still round enough to give him a youthful look. His eyes were a melted forest with flickers of crimson near the irises. Everything about him seemed foreign, Latin. But when Elizabetha looked closer, she was struck with a sense of familiarity.
She narrowed her gaze, wondering what it was about him felt so nostalgic.
"Elizabetha...!" the young man whined, trying to reach out to her. His voice was laced with a recognizable accent.
She flinched back reflexively, pointing an accusing finger his way. "H-how do you know my name?!"
The man fell into even deeper despair as he buried his face into his palms and kicked his feet in frustration. "No! Elizabetha!! It's me!!!" he turned his overwhelmingly desperate gaze to her. "Me! Me!! Me!!!" he yipped, pointing to himself.
Her eyes widened, suddenly realizing where that air of familiarity she previously felt came from. She shook her head slightly in disbelief. "G...Giz-"
"Shut up, damn mutt." A new voice grumbled from the top of the stairway. Despite the vile words, his tone of voice was frank, calm, and so deep. Elizabetha shivered, feeling as if she could drown in it.
She turned up towards the stairs and gulped as her face flushed an even deeper red.
There was yet another naked man in her home, and, again as if against her will, her eyes automatically glued to his lower body. She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, sweat budding on her forehead.
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