Lexie was trying to stretch one day because of overeating, she left her friends inside the restaurant who wants to become gluttons incarnate. She happily sniffs the air when someone bumps into her.

"Sorry, I'm on a daze."  She apologized thinking, it's her fault for being in a daze.

"No, it's my fault. I'm not looking, are you okay?" She nodded her head and when she looked up, it was 'that guy!'. 

Ba-dump, ba-dump, skip, ba-dump. The drumming of her heart is overwhelming that it competes with his voice.

"Oh, I'm just stretching." Why did she even say that? 

"That's good! see you around then." 

He gave her a salute and winks. He is so charming that Lexie's knees went weak. She wanted to talk to him longer but he's gone, she wanted to run after him but he's nowhere to be found. He is like that icecream peddler who went by so fast that she missed her chance to call and buy her favorite flavor. Disappointed Lexie wanted to cry. She has no idea that he did it deliberately.


He knows her name, even her mother's family tree. He counted how many underwear she got and what color are they. He also knows what time she poops and for how many times in a day. He is familiar with her daily routine that he knows she picks her nose when she goes out of bed. Her favorite dish is tuna soup, she loves to draw and paint. He also has her lost socks, exam results, hair ties, and some items that she owned. He got all kinds of her picture, smiling Lexie, pouting, crossed eyed, fat, cute, ugly, bad hair day and the picture of her wearing a red dress and red lipstick. There's a whole room of her memorabilia. In his mind, she is already his.

He is Sweet but a Psycho

The food was forgotten. He dragged her inside her room and stripped her again. Slowly placed her in the bed, savoring her lips, her neck, and all parts of her body one by one. 


"Alexandra May..you'll be the death of me." He said voice husky and labored. She slapped his shoulders hard. 


"Ouch, I didn't know you're into this kink." He said while thrusting slowly. 


"Do you need to say that, during make-up sex?" Her voice is raspy and dehydrated. 


"Okay let's not talk, let's do." And take her mouth again. 


"Wait I have to call in sick." She said, that made him laugh even louder. She slaps his shoulders again. 


"Stop, honey I am now really suspecting that you like this kind of kink." He held her hand and pinned it on her sides. 


"I said I need to call in sick." He took her phone and gave it to her, but put himself back inside her and continued to thrust while she talks. 


Love's own device to heal