Chapter 10 : Between us

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The music in the pub pounded through my chest, but my eyes were fixed on Nani. He had downed several shots, and I could see the alcohol had taken full effect. His movements were loose, his steps wobbly as he got up from his chair and made his way towards me, swaying in time to the music. A smile tugged at my lips—he was a mess, but something about him in this state drew me in. When he reached me, he stumbled and nearly fell. I rushed forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

"Careful," I murmured, trying to steady him. But instead of leaning on me, he pushed me away, a stubborn pout on his lips. His eyes locked with mine, and there was something unexpectedly captivating about the way he looked at me, as if he were challenging me. He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and just as quickly as the moment arrived, he collapsed, completely unconscious.

Sighing, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home. It was easy—he wasn't feel like weight— I get him up to my room. Just as I was about to set him down on the bed, Nani groaned and, without warning, drenched me in vomit.

"Oh, great," I muttered, setting him down carefully on the bed. For a second, I wanted to scold him. But then I looked at him—his cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol, his lips slightly parted in an almost childlike way. How could I be mad at him when he looked so... cute?

I stripped off my shirt, rinsed it quickly in the sink, and tossed it into the washing machine. Standing there in just my boxers, I turned back to Nani, who lay sprawled on the bed, his jacket half undone. I knelt beside him and carefully began to remove it. His face was still flushed, and I noticed how soft his lips looked, slightly puffy from all the drinking. For a moment, I was distracted by how his features seemed even more delicate now, in this vulnerable state.

I reached to undo his shirt, wanting to make him more comfortable, but as soon as I touched the fabric, his eyes fluttered open. He blinked lazily, still half-asleep, and with a clumsy hand, he poked me in the nose. I couldn't help but chuckle. His drunken antics were oddly endearing.

"Come on, let's get you out of this," I whispered softly, tugging at his shirt. But Nani shifted, moving back on the bed, putting distance between us. His expression was hazy, yet somehow playful, like a child resisting bedtime.

"You're impossible," I sighed, shaking my head with a grin. He wasn't going to make this easy for me.

"Why do you always feel the need to take care of me? Is it something you do with everyone, or is it just me?"

I was so tense, worried that Leela might catch us because she really doesn't like booze. I said softly, "Shhh… don't scream, Nani."

"No, I'm not screaming. It's just that you drive me crazy. I've been annoyed with you since the first time you undressed me, and the second time too. And now, well, even now, you still annoy me," you said, your tone a mix of annoyance and playfulness.

I held my hand to my forehead, trying to figure out how to handle you.

"But sometimes, I do like you, especially when you act cold but still care for me. Right now, though, you're being so mean."

Raising my eyebrow, I asked softly, "What have I done now?"

he moved closer, poked my chest with his finger, and said, "Look at this damn cute mole on the left side of your chest. It's brighter than my future and sexier than anything in the world."

I pushed his hand away and said, "Don't you know the difference between a breast and a chest? I'm a man, I have a chest, not breasts."

With a sarcastic smirk, he replied, "I know, your chest is flat. But yours is bigger, cuter, and hotter."

Then he leaned in, put his head on my chest, and bite the mole. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't. There was something different about this moment with him. Maybe that's why I've never been able to sleep without you by my side.

I keep staring at him, he raised his head, those little cute eyes, which drive me crazy now, I keep on gazing into his eyes.

He placed his palm on the right side of my neck, where my body was unusually warm—a warmth I knew was because of him. His cold hand contrasted sharply with my heated skin.

With a soft chuckle, he said, "Look at those lips, especially the lower one. They're more attractive than any bow I've ever seen. How perfect your upper and lower lips are... I want them, I want them, I want them," he continued, his voice rising in pitch.

I covered his mouth with my palm and leaned closer. He gently pulled my hand away, cupped my cheeks, and gazed at me intently. His head tilted as he brought my face nearer to his mouth. I saw him fixate on my lips before he took my lower lip into his own.

I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of his lips—so similar to a woman's, yet distinct. I surrendered to the moment, exploring the new sensations. As he squeezed my lower lip, I wrapped my arms around his waist. His hands ventured to my pants, and he began to touch my dick, playing with me gently. My breathing grew heavier, and my body responded to his touch.

I stopped him and looked into his eyes, asking softly, "Do you really like doing this, Nani?"

"Hey Jelly..........., I want to continue," he said with a pout, his voice as cute as ever.

I looked around, then pointed to myself. "Me, Jelly? Seriously, Nani?"

"Yes, you're my Jelly. Your lips are softer than jelly, but not your—" he giggled, pointing toward my dick.

I smiled at being called Jelly. He moved closer, playfully pushing me onto the bed. Climbing on top of me, he brought his face close, as if he was about to kiss me. But before he could, he passed out on top of me in an instant.

I carefully laid him down on the bed and went to the wardrobe to fetch a shirt. After putting it on, I moved to the desk, switched on the reading lamp, and retrieved the diary my mom had gifted me on my birthday long ago.

As I opened the diary, I felt a surge of eagerness to write about him. Every page, every letter, would be dedicated to him. I took a pen from the stand and began writing:

"I have never been close to anyone apart from my mom. You are the first person I want to be with until the end. It's not just because of what happened between us; maybe it began the day I first saw you or even before we knew each other. From the very first moment, I never felt like an outsider. That's why I was so comfortable being naked in front of you when I changed your dress for the first time, letting you see me completely.

If you allow me to win you over, I promise, Nani, I won't let you go."

I wrote down every detail of what had happened between us today.

It was the best experience of my entire life. I had never been attracted to any male before, but from the very first day, this little babe captivated me in a way I liked the most.

I closed the diary and lay down beside Nani. Holding him close, I kissed him on the forehead and closed my eyes, feeling content and at peace.

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I felt a gentle breeze on my face and opened my eyes, only to find that Nani was no longer beside me. I quickly got up, eager to see his face again. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my eyes fell upon a note that Nani had left.

It read:

"Emergency came up. Had to leave. Sorry I couldn't wake you. Will see you again soon."

After reading the note, it felt as though everything had been wiped clean. I had started to develop strong feelings for him, but now I was left with just a note, which seemed to diminish my emotions and leave me feeling hollow.