Episode : 10

After our long chat in the garden, I made my way back to the basketball court. The sun was sinking lower, casting everything in warm shades of orange and gold. The air felt thick, heavy with the memory of our conversation.

I moved forward, but my thoughts lingered behind with him.

" I'll go back to practice ", I said.

"You're leaving?" Robert's voice shattered the quiet.

I turned slightly, meeting his gaze. It seemed darker now, more intense.

"Yes," I replied, trying to sound assured.

But honestly, I didn't want to go. Not yet.

A faint smirk played on his lips. "You don't really want to leave, do you?"

"What?" I asked, pretending to be confused.

"You heard me." He stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. "You don't want to go. You're just putting on an act."

"I have to go," I insisted, though my voice trembled a bit.

He tilted his head, studying me like I was an interesting puzzle. "Hmm," he said finally, glancing at his watch. "Practice is over. Let's hang out a little longer."

I pulled out my phone, pretending to check the time. "Oh no," I muttered, adding a hint of drama.

Robert laughed, a low and smooth sound. "That doesn't sound genuine, Amy. You're a terrible liar."

"I'm not lying!" I shot back, though my cheeks betrayed me with a slight blush.

"Are you sure?" His voice dropped slightly, the teasing tone making my heart race. "Don't you want to spend more time with me?"

"I need to go home," I said, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up my neck.

"Hmm." He reached for my hand before I could react, pulling me closer. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly yet gently.

My breath caught in my throat. I don't understand, why can't I stop him and his touch. This is actually making me forget real me.

"Don't be mad," he said softly, his eyes searching mine. "I was just joking."

I froze, torn between wanting to push him away and leaning into his embrace. His presence was intoxicating, his scent a mix of something sharp and woodsy that made my head spin.

"But," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "I wanted to take you, Amy."

What ! Have I heard it right ? Does he want to take me? What does that mean ?

A slow smile crept across his lips. " A place dear. I guess you was thinking something else ," he said, his tone playful, yet his eyes were intense.

"No," I replied quickly, trying to take control of the moment.

" Will you come with me ? " he asked me.

"I really can't come", I said but not true.

"I don't believe you," he shot back, his smirk growing wider.

"I'm serious, Robert. I really need to go."

He let his hands drop, stepping back with a resigned sigh. "Fine," he said, his tone light, but his eyes conveyed something deeper. "I'll wait. You'll come to me when you're ready."

And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, confused and breathless.

I made my way to the changing room, my thoughts a tangled mess. His words, his touch, his presence—they were overwhelming.

As I opened the door, I spotted him again, leaning casually against the wall.

"You're still here?" I asked, surprised.

"I told you I'd wait," he replied simply.

Before I could say anything, he stepped forward and took my hand, guiding me to the same empty room we'd been in the day before.

My heart raced in my chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. The room was dim, with faint light casting long shadows on the walls.

"Is this what you meant?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," he answered, his voice soft yet firm. "Do you like this place?"

I swallowed hard, unable to tear my gaze away from him. "Why are we back here?"

He reached into his bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped package. "This is for you," he said, extending it toward me.

I stared at it, unsure how to respond. "What is it?"

"Open it when you get home," he instructed, a sly smile dancing on his lips. "And wear it tomorrow. I'll be checking. In fact, I'll check every day."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. "Wear what?"

"You'll find out," he said cryptically, his voice dipping into something almost commanding.

"Robert," I started, but he interrupted me.

"Trust me," he said, his tone now softer.

He stepped back, his expression unreadable.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Amy."

With that, he walked out, leaving me alone in the room with the mysterious package in my hands.

As I changed into my casual clothes, disappointment washed over me. He hadn't kissed me today. Not even once.

I felt silly for expecting it, for wanting it. Yesterday had been so intense, so charged with emotion. But today… he seemed different.

Was he playing a game? Or was he trying to make me crave him even more?

The thought frustrated me, yet it also intrigued me.

As I walked home, the package felt heavier with each step, as if it carried not just its physical weight but also the burden of my unanswered questions.

Once I reached home, I rushed to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I placed the package on my bed, staring at it like it held some kind of secret.

With trembling hands, I tore it open.

Inside were five bras, each one elegant and luxurious, far beyond anything I owned. The fabrics were soft and delicate, the kind you'd find in high-end boutiques.

I stared at them in disbelief, my cheeks flushing.

He had guessed my size perfectly.

His words echoed in my mind: "I'll check for sure. Every day."

A shy smile crept onto my face despite my embarrassment. His attention to detail was maddening, yet it made my heart flutter.

I picked up one of the bras, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. It felt surreal, like a secret shared between us that no one else could ever understand.

As I lay down on my bed, the package beside me, I thought back to his parting words.

He hadn't kissed me today, but his presence lingered, filling the room with an unshakable tension.

There was this romance happened between us but with words . Crazy me.

I went to take a fresh bath and wanted to try the bra. After going to bath, there was continuous messages clinging on my phone.

I took a floral scented bath and wore the bra. I looked into mirror. It is elegant. I look more beautiful on this bra. I slowly walked on to my bed and rolled over to my mobile. There were messages from Robert.

" Come out dear, I'm waiting outside ", he sent.

What? Is he here ?

I looked out of the window, he is actually here with a super cool fancy car. Can't believe this. Is that really him? I can't see him inside the car.

I wore a normal t-shirt and my jeans and went out side.

He flashed the headlights on to me. I stopped their reflection on to me with my hand. He got down the car and placed his hand on the car window.

I ran towards him before he invited me to reach him because i couldn't think normal. I was over excited to see him here.

" Why are you here, Robert ? " I asked him.

I'm actually happy to see him here but pretend to be normal.

" Get inside, I want to check your body more precisely ", he said .

What !!!