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— lebensküstler —
(n) the "artist of life," roughly translated as hedonist or bon vivant
origin; german

Phoenix had been away for the past five days, handling business with his dad. If anything has been made clear to me in these few days, it was my feelings for the bloke. I was miserable without him. I craved him physically and even more emotionally. I relished in those times we'd lay lying in his bed or mine together, with my head against his chest and just talk. He was on my mind twenty four, seven, consuming my thoughts wholly and entirely. As far as I've known lately, he hasn't talked with any of the gang, but it was his usual whenever he was away with his father. However, once they had all found out about his 'good morning étoile,' and 'goodnight chérie' texts everyday, their assumptions and relentless teasing were endless. And the fact that I was just pining around the bloody mansion only further proved their theories.

Currently, I felt like I was sitting at a party, isolated and alone with Satan. Sitting in the living room with nothing but a bottle of mineral water in one hand and my phone in the other, I had absolutely no company. Sitting on the loveseat also wasn't my one of my greater life's decisions, but hey, I was comfortable. While Pyper and Talon were sitting on my right, indulged in what seemed to be a very passionate canoodle with each other, Marlowe and Eliezer were sitting on my left, either oblivious to Pyper and Talon's show of making out or just choosing to ignore it. But they were in their own little world of laughs, smiles and cuddles. I was practically friendless at the moment, with Hunter being held back at the office, Judah god knows where, and Blake supposedly on a date? In all the time I'd known Blake, relationships weren't his thing and one night stands were the only thing existing in his head. Even Pyper had shock written on her face for her older brother.

Pyper and Talon pulled away with bright smiles and twinkles in their eyes just as the front door opened and my head snapped in its direction, but he already had his eyes on me. Phoenix Worthington was standing before us all, dressed in his black jeans and infamous black leather jacket, he had his gold aviator RayBans perched on his head with a smirk on his face. Sweat glistened on his face and strands of his luscious chocolate hair fell on his forehead.

Before I could think and actually process my thoughts, I found myself jumping from my seat and running into his open arms. I realised in the midst of it all, when it was too late, but when he caught me, twirling me around, the greatest feeling came alive inside of me. He didn't seem to be letting go of me anytime soon as his hands trailed down my back and he held me up by my arse. My arms went around his neck, my legs around his waist, and I found the comfort I'd been seeking these past days. In his arms.

"Adrianna," he breathed deeply, closing his eyes as our foreheads were touching.

"I missed you," I whisper softly. He pulled away slightly and stared into my eyes as I was to his. Emotion after emotion ran through his beautiful irises; he looked at me as if I was the only one in the room, the only one in his world.

"And I've missed you, étoile filante," he murmured before closing the small gap between us. Soft and warm lips meet mine and all our emotions are poured into the kiss. My fingers go to the hair at the nape of his neck and I pull him closer to me, if that was even possible. Everyone else in the room was forgotten and it felt as if time was frozen, the universe revolving with us as it's centre.

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"I'll take a Matcha Lemonade," I giggle at Alec who flipped Phoenix off, deeming he was "too busy to hear any bullshit coming from his mouth."