Chapter 22

Desires are like a red burning pit. Only a flicker is needed for it to be born. From afar, it warms your skin like a warm blanket in the season of snow. One's heart from that distance only senses gleams of tingles, along with a sudden surge of throwing that blanket away.

But when reached a little closer to the pit, the blanket turns into a quilt. It melts the defenses of the mind and lingers the body to sink into it. The heart then thrives on the road of faith, in the hope of reaching the core of the pit.

The heart waits for the right moment - named bait and once it's provided; the heart becomes cautious and skeptical, not believing that the bait is right in front of it. But once added sugar to the bait, the heart could not help but take it with joy and forget its own identity.

When she spoke the words of her heart, he responded like a heart whose eyes were covered by the blindfolds of skepticism.

For a moment, the whole world had zipped its lips, while his eyes were gazing at her calm features with astonishment.

She did not seem troubled at all. She possessed serenity, like a river in the summer, while he had become a lake of the winter.

"You make me feel like a treasure has landed in my hands." She spoke right through his bewildered mind, adding, "I've never felt like this before."

"You are something I don't want to lose." As her words continued to spill her heart into a heartfelt speech, her palm caressed his cheek, letting the bewilderment spill through his lips in the quickest. "I like you too!"

He still could not believe it, but the character of the heart in him had pulled him into the pit of desires, forcing him to no longer accompany uncertainty.

His confession was like an irrevocable step for her. She had also reached the pit at that moment. She had achieved him.

Hearts booming, an instant smile beamed on both their faces, surging the blood of satisfaction within them and pulling their lips together in union.

Their lips began dancing together, slow and gentle, forming the melody that would keep them strangled with each other for a long - long time.

The heat of the pit had finally consumed them, and it continued to consume them until they could not breathe any longer.

And she asked as she departed her lips from his, "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

"Yes!" He nodded as the surge of desires numbed his body into her arms. "Good." She whispered and grasped him tighter into her arms.

They remained speechless, curled up together on the couch for a while, just breathing in their new reality, as none of them could bring themselves to utter a word.

They needed a good amount of time to accept their different new worlds.

It only made the heat rise even more, making the lack of space in between them unbearable for their hearts.

Feet, palms, and hearts were booming within their chests, screaming that they needed a minute to breathe, only a second away from each other.

"I'll go cook something for you." He was the one who gave up first to his heart and stood up.

She simply nodded, pink on cheeks like him, and looked away, letting him walk away into the kitchen.

She was facing those feelings for the first time. She had never been seized into delirium like that ever before: she did not even realize for a while that he was not supposed to be cooking in her kitchen like it was a daily occurrence.

But even she did realize she did not stand up to stop him. She simply sat there on the couch, caressing the blanket that had touched his body, and wished for him to arrive late with a tray of food he had cooked.

Dinner was quiet that day, with only the sounds of their breaths and the television. They kept glancing at each other, sitting face to face. He was reluctant with his eyes, and she was restless.

The dilemma at that point had faded away from her sense, yearning for his skin leading her onto a difficult path. But she held back.

She kept herself from jumping into his flesh and sent him off to his house with a simple goodbye and kiss on his cheek, quickly shutting the door behind him. Clinging to the door - as his essence, she was ordering her heart to calm down.

But her heart only boomed louder, prompting her hands to reach into the fridge for a bottle of water when she saw apples sitting there.

An unexpected thought crossed her mind like lightning, and she grasped it to her bed, taking a bite as she flopped on the bed.

The skin of the apple felt like his. The sweet nectar whiffed her off with his scent. His tenderness grasped her hand as she began chewing it and led her under her panties. She was wet and thawing.

She took another bite and her fingers began grazing against her entrance, the memory of his dick reminiscing into her mind.

Her breaths turned into little whimpers, her thighs squeezed her hand under her panties. And as she slipped her fingers inside her cunt, the sensation of his dick enlarged inside her.

She took another bite of that apple and began thrusting her fingers inside her as if riding his cock. She recalled his moans and eyes full of tears hitting her sweet spot.

Her body began shuddering like a leaf, slithering on the mattress as she kept chewing the apple and calling out his name with a growl, releasing the tightness from her stomach.

The apple fell from her hands like an apple falls from the tree once ripped and her mind released the fisted nerves, leading her to the reality of the depth of her desire for him.

"You've ruined me." Her last words before she fell asleep could not signal anything else but the acceptance of her reality.

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END OF THE CHAPTER

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His face was now blushing red, his lips palpitating, his eyes fluttered onto hers, his ears burning hot.Yet, even though he felt bashful about kissing her, he puffed up his chest with courage, clutching the bag strings tightly, and softly began inching to her lips.She could not name such an expression on his face other than beguiling and with a soft smile, she softly interrupted his lips as she pressed her palms around his cheeks and whispered. "You have to hold my face in your palms first."Another jolt of astonishment sizzled through his nerves, prompting him bashful more than ever. How dumb could he be? He thought in his head and instantly planted his palms on her cheeks, making her snicker even more."Why don't you be a little gentle?" She whispered and slipped her fingers from the back of his neck, into his hair.He promptly softened his palms, sending chills down her spine while she was gently drawing him closer.It felt as if she had been grazed by love and affection, a warm feeling taking over her senses.If his hands felt that good, how good would his lips feel? She could not wait any longer."Now, kiss me!" She boomed, peering into his eyes for another few seconds before he sealed his lips onto hers.He remained still for a second. He was taking in the feeling of kissing and once he had taken that feeling, he began running his mouth, opening it, and closing it with tenderness.Their lips created beautiful music that softly echoed in the room, their tongues joining in to enhance the melody.He hummed in between the kiss, pressing his thawing body closer and closer to her. That was the feeling he could not stop. That feeling always took over his senses and turned him weak before her.Because even though he was kissing her, she still had her claws deep into his skin. And that feeling grew strong with each passing second, ready to turn him weaker when she suddenly pulled her lips back."I didn't realize being kissed by you for the first is a better feeling than sleeping with you for the first time." He wasn't looking into her eyes just because he had kissed her, but when he heard those words, he couldn't help but lift his head and gaze into her eyes with realization.First time? Is this what she meant?"By first time, you meant the first time we had sex?" He questioned, ready to seal his realization with the print of agreement and she answered, "Took you long enough to realize."That is when he drew a breath of relief, which she could not ignore, and questioned, "Are you troubled with something?""No- no." He quickly denied the accusation with a stutter, shaking his head as well, and added, "I'm just tired."A smile curled her lips as her brain traveled back to the things that they did the day before. "Of course." She simply smirked, and grasped his face in her palms, "Why don't you come to my place, we can relax."The look in his eyes shifted from troublesome to full of perception and astonishment, like he knew what would happen once they were back alone.She quickly read his eyes and chuckled at his dazed face. "I will not do anything, I promise."Her words lead him to bite down his smile, unaware of her upcoming words, "unless you want me to." And there he was, hiding his eyes from her once again."Okay, go, classes are about to begin." With a blissful smile, she said and gingerly opened the door for him, watching him smoothly slip from her adjacent body to the door. And before he could dis-sapper, she added, "I'll wait for you by the gate."throughout the whole day, he kept revisiting the classroom in his head, smiling by himself, thinking about her words and the warmth in between them.He could still feel her so close to him, while his lips were palpitating with the remanence of the kiss. And each time he looked at her, he'd find her smirking or teasing him through her eyes.Later that day, they were in her apartment, sitting on the couch where she had teased him to the point where his brain had stopped working: they were sitting beside each other, watching tv like any other couple would. But they weren't a couple yet.Her focus was fixed on the characters' choices on the TV, while there was a hurricane brewing inside his chest, making him feel like he'd throw up.He kept stealing glances at her and thinking of what would become of him that night. He kept thinking of that lingerie and wondered where it had gone too, for she did not think he'd want to take the lingerie.He kept thinking about more and more stuff when suddenly she stood up from the couch and left for her bedroom.His eyes at that, fell wide open and kept staring at the door of the bedroom, thinking what would be the surprise now and could he take it without soiling himself into a mess?Then suddenly she appeared from the bedroom with a blanket in her hands. "It's getting colder." She said and sat back on the couch, covering him with the blanket along with her."Come here." She added as she stretched her arms for him to lie in. Hesitantly he did, unable to deny - not wanting to either.He was once again in the same position, except for the lingerie and the cold air chilling his skin."You're still scared." She sensed it through the stiffness in his body, her hands resting on his abdomen. "Don't worry, I promised. I will not do anything."It was yet another new side of her, which he did not assume existed. She was acting like a normal girlfriend with a nourishing character."Just calm down and rest. We will cook something to eat or maybe order something." Her hands rubbed his abdomen with care and gentleness, prompting his mind and body to calmer.As much as he was astounded by yet another one of her characters, he adored it the most. He loved the care he was receiving from her gentle hands and gentle tone."You know, my mom used to massage my head every time I had a headache. She still does every time I visit her." A new piece of information, which made her seem like a normal being."And she also cooks nice food." She added, while he rested his head on her chest and turned his eyes up at her.She seemed so different - beautiful and pure which made his heart sink deeper into his chest. He was feeling warmth and a tingly feeling rushing into his veins like a drug, making him addicted."Your mother seems so nice." He spoke with a slight dullness in his tone. Because it was the type of guardian he never had."Yes, she is. My dad is the total opposite of that. He is tough and strict. But he's also very nice." She responded as she slipped her fingers into his hair, prompting his eyes to close and numb at the sensation, like the cold air in the summer."I think I take after him the most." She went on, massaging his head while her passionate and burning eyes were gazing at his slumbered eyes like he was a statue of perfection. He was beaming purity like the rays of the sun."I think that is why I like you."_______________END OF THE CHAPTER----- Love, author!Connect with me and early and exclusive work: https://queenbeewritess.carrd.co/